Wolves
LOM Rudy
GENRE
Verse 1: LOM Rudy
My dawg brung in the food we gone send it out tonight
Got a plug on the blues but I killed em off the whites
I just meet bro he gone kill em in the ten
3000 114’s we gone do it all again
You gimme a dub anybody else 22
How many I got,this shit limitless plentiful
And that dog in any color we got plenty food
Take this 100 grams just come back this yo interview
If it come from us then it’s stamped up intertubed
And I’m on they neck ain’t no breaks fuck a interlude
4 9’s them quarters back behind me ima Center Ooooh
Just know that’s it’s a million in whatever room I enter through
Look we got em watching what we finna do
We been bopping in Bompton and sending through
They just know that that business I been tending to
No fedex shit just know that I can through
Hook
She was with me now she gone that’s my ex talk
Never made love on the phone that’s the best part
He get Exed for them O’s I don’t have heart
Talkin Caine but it sound like sex talk
They wanna know how I kill em like that
How I wrap em how I seal em
How I send em like that
You gotta learn not to trust like that
And I told em I ain’t staying long I’ll be right back
Verse 2: LOM Rambo
I’m just here for the blow then I’m gone in the wind
Bro bro head strong calling home from the pen
I know how it begin but I knew where it could head
Ain’t remember fuckin girl I just knew I got the head
They know I got that bread so they stare in amazement
It came hard as hell until I shift and I shaved it like
It’s amazing here cuz you can take a picture
Like me and girly having problems it’s gone take a minute
That’s code talk she acting up you got scrape a little
Like I’m coming for the top after I rake the middle
Fuck rap I’m in the streets with the gangsters nigga
Man I hate these niggas,I should hang these niggas
Funny thing how niggas hang they self when you hanging wit em
Man that’s light money,I’m talkin white money
I’m talkin girl on top of girl yeah that’s dyke money
If he ain’t sitting at the table I don’t slice nothing
Hook
She was with me now she gone that’s my ex talk
Never made love on the phone that’s the best part
He get Exed for them O’s I don’t have heart
Talkin Caine but it sound like sex talk
They wanna know how I kill em like that
How I wrap em how I seal em
How I send em like that
You gotta learn not to trust like that
And I told em I ain’t staying long I’ll be right back
My dawg brung in the food we gone send it out tonight
Got a plug on the blues but I killed em off the whites
I just meet bro he gone kill em in the ten
3000 114’s we gone do it all again
You gimme a dub anybody else 22
How many I got,this shit limitless plentiful
And that dog in any color we got plenty food
Take this 100 grams just come back this yo interview
If it come from us then it’s stamped up intertubed
And I’m on they neck ain’t no breaks fuck a interlude
4 9’s them quarters back behind me ima Center Ooooh
Just know that’s it’s a million in whatever room I enter through
Look we got em watching what we finna do
We been bopping in Bompton and sending through
They just know that that business I been tending to
No fedex shit just know that I can through
Hook
She was with me now she gone that’s my ex talk
Never made love on the phone that’s the best part
He get Exed for them O’s I don’t have heart
Talkin Caine but it sound like sex talk
They wanna know how I kill em like that
How I wrap em how I seal em
How I send em like that
You gotta learn not to trust like that
And I told em I ain’t staying long I’ll be right back
Verse 2: LOM Rambo
I’m just here for the blow then I’m gone in the wind
Bro bro head strong calling home from the pen
I know how it begin but I knew where it could head
Ain’t remember fuckin girl I just knew I got the head
They know I got that bread so they stare in amazement
It came hard as hell until I shift and I shaved it like
It’s amazing here cuz you can take a picture
Like me and girly having problems it’s gone take a minute
That’s code talk she acting up you got scrape a little
Like I’m coming for the top after I rake the middle
Fuck rap I’m in the streets with the gangsters nigga
Man I hate these niggas,I should hang these niggas
Funny thing how niggas hang they self when you hanging wit em
Man that’s light money,I’m talkin white money
I’m talkin girl on top of girl yeah that’s dyke money
If he ain’t sitting at the table I don’t slice nothing
Hook
She was with me now she gone that’s my ex talk
Never made love on the phone that’s the best part
He get Exed for them O’s I don’t have heart
Talkin Caine but it sound like sex talk
They wanna know how I kill em like that
How I wrap em how I seal em
How I send em like that
You gotta learn not to trust like that
And I told em I ain’t staying long I’ll be right back
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