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Have you ever made a promise to never tell? Have you ever ran a fade in the county jail? Sittin' in the cell, half a million dollar bail Know you gon' prevail but they got you in the shelf It's Remble I guess it's time for me to rap again Freestyle over the phone, got bitches tappin' in Sneak dissin', got me clutching on my strap again Please don't get me suitin' up in all black again All types of "free me"s, I'm in high demand These boys living fairytales, you niggas Petеr Pan Aye bro, that's your enemy, why you ain't fight thе man? You just told the hold dorm that is was on sight with him (Run that shit up, Robbie, ayy) Remble cold, all these bitches want some pipe from him (Ayy) Got to squabble, don't no nigga wanna fight from him (Ayy) If I lose, I guarantee I'll take his life from him (Ayy) On the street, I shoot guns, I can't fight for shit (Ayy) Why you wanna fight me? You should fight your bitch You mad at the next nigga cause she liked the dick You better watch who you pressin', you might get hit I don't wanna fade no more, you could fight the stick This nigga want a fade, I don't do no tapers I just blew his mind, thought it was a no brainer Man I swear these niggas broke, they don't get no paper I ran it up by myself, I ain't get no favors Sit on the bench and watch me ball like you supposed to Letras de cancionesStop actin' tough up on the gram 'fore I expose you These four-five shells and nine shells will dome you These bitches thinkin' that I want them, I just want cooch Bitch, the only women that I love is my fuckin' mama Only bitch put money on my books was Latashiana Keep a rocket in my pocket, any nigga want the drama Any problems, here my Nina, up and politely solve 'em They don't know who killed that man, I'm the one who shot him (Ayy) Where's the gun that you used? Bikini Bottom (Ayy) They don't know who stripped that boy, I'm the one who robbed him (Ayy) The four-five had him running, I'm the one who caught him (Ayy) I'm the reason certain niggas is breathin' still I'm in the hood or at my granny's, I'm a easy kill I do the killin' when I'm sober, I don't need a pill You niggas ain't livin' like that, let's just keep it real I got a four-five Smith, ain't talkin' Will Banana clip on the chop got niggas peeled All my opps that's alive, they live in fear All these hollow tips and nines, they end careers Play that Remble in your car, his shit be knockin' He keep his foot on niggas knecks, he's Derek Chauvin I am not these other niggas, I'm really poppin' Popped a nigga in the store and continued shoppin' (It's Remble) From Letras Mania