JUCO PRODUCT

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[Intro] It's Remble [Verse] Momma, I just sold a dime for a dub Mind you, I'm walking with my .9 in the club Irritated, but I'm trying not to cuss Just made a hunnid, but I'm trying not to brag I be tryna slap your music, but you lying in your raps Never been the type to jolly-tick and never go Big homie dropped the pack on me, I pick it up and get him gone Hey, free the kids, but I get jiggy on my own By myself, and I done wobbled up at 28-health Ran to the ring, I was like, ''Give me my belt'' Clicking that thing so much, the semi might melt In other words, infant might blow you Yeah, you say you from the streets, bro, but the trenches don't know you Man, y'all must've been animated before Goku LGMB turning off your Roku Heard a button make it automatic If you see lil' brother creeping down the block, don't panic He turned his soda into Wock', no magic (No magic) Ol' boy BM just gave me top, no, really (No, really) Her baby daddy be outside with no Billy, niggas silly Can't decide, so I just picked up both gleeks (Both gleeks) Whoever didn't plead the fifth the police (The police) Forty-eight hours in the trenches, no sleep (No sleep) That's my brother, so don't mention bro, please On the set, the last nigga, he got hung by his neck (What the fuck?) Heard the bell, then he got rung by a rep, what he say? My daddy told me, "Checking ain't checking, ain't cheating" You bought the blower, but you never gon' squeeze it, what he say? Why you got a shiesty on with no opps? (No opps) They let my father out the feds, go Pops (Go Pops) Run it up and pray my legs don't stop (Don't stop) In other words, Speedy gon' get it, on the hood Before the foreign we was leaving in a Civic (In a Civic) Niggas nice, ain't met a demon in a minute (It's been a minute) Wish the streets were the same, but it isn't (But it isn't) Where's Remble? Probably somewhere in the kitchen, cooking up And I'm not telling you my sign, bitch, look me up (Bitch, look me up) Hard not to cheat when your side bitch look good as fuck, like, what he said? Free the homies, niggas diamonds in the rough Don't know too many Crips grimier than us, what he say? Talking that shit that really fire niggas up I lose my cool and probably fired on a bum, what he say? Don't pop it to me, you inspired by a punk You smoking stress thinking it's fire, but it's bunk, what he say? [Outro] Tuh From them Wish A Nigga Woods On the set, free the hood What the fuck did he say? Dodging P's, T-Mac and all that, and all that Dead homies, it's Remble
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- Remble