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lirik lagu rxknephew - tory lanes should have shot his barbershop up

[intro]
my n~gga, brainstorm, did this beat
yeah
uh~huh

[verse]
i got my own strain, b~tch, this top shelf
i can break my wrist, baby, i don’t need no help
i feel like pootie tang, i beat your ass with a bb belt
i take a twenty~hour drive and i don’t need no help
i feel like frank hassle
if i catch your ass in walmart, i’m not tryna wrestle
you can catch me in the z06 corvette riding past you
i’m not ’bout to argue with you, i ain’t with the drama or none of that
i always wanted to sell crack, never wanted to be a running back
b~tch, nephew a big~timer, i’m bringing stunna back
they should free young thug and send gunna back
when i’m sliding through the a’, i feel like shawty lo
my trap on roadrunner, your trap moving slow~mo
i book a b~tch a spirit flight, like, “girl, do you wanna go?”
this top~shelf brainstorm almost blew his lung out
i got os in critical pack that’ll blow your lung out
they like, “neph’, it ain’t even no opps around, why your gun out?”
i live a vampire life, sell crack until the sun come out
rest in peace shawty lo, girl, i’ve done, done, done it all
i told my b~tch to bring some waters for the whole gang
consecutively, consistently, ben balling, that’s my whole name
if you wondering, still ballin, that’s my first name
i did a robbery and a shooting for my first chain
my moneyrag and benjamin franklin, that’s my first gang
they like, “who the f~ck is your og?”
i’m like, “that white man”
i stand on top of the roof, i got electricity
they like, “how you start it off, neph’?”, like benjamin franklin with a key
my life s~x, money, and murder, free pistol p
and guess what? i smuggled dirt in jail like i was dirty d
pull up, you a die like chris brown in that movie in the first scene
every time i’m in a motel, i be moving like i’m max b
i got a big~ass gallon of henny, i do not drink lean
how the f~ck tory lanez gon’ shoot a b~tch, but he will not shoot me?
tory lanez had a bald spot since he was three
how the f~ck you sit~down and stand~up, and you still the same height?
megan thee stallion’s six~feet, you should’ve put the glock down and tried to fight
he got them shoes from roc nation and thought he was like mike
i feel bad ’cause they gave that short n~gga twelve years
he was acting like something he was not, so they gave him twelve years
the judge seen his bald spot and gave that n~gga twelve years
free tory lanez, he got a bbl edge~up
he went to the barbershop, told them he wanted a bbl
i’m starting to think that’s the real reason that n~gga got twelve
the judge probably used to be a barber
tory lanez, lebron james, them n~ggas the same
you should’ve let that bald spot go instead of getting the fade
how the f~ck you got a bald spot on your head and still trying to get waves?
it don’t even make sense for tory lanez to try to beef with drake
tory lanez short as h~ll and drake got barrettes in his hair
f~ck that, i’m on drake ass, i got my money on joe budden
how the f~ck you think you gon’ beat a crackhead?
joe budden got crackhead~strength
drake lightskin with neckbraids
pusha t said his hair wouldn’t grow, he tryna prove pusha t wrong
“back 2 back” was a durk song
how the f~ck is your name drake when i never seen you with a drac’?
rest in peace xxtenacion, i feel like a kanye clone
f~ck travis scott, he tried to steal a$ap rocky’s swag
travis scott should call a$ap rocky his dad
his last album was ass
i don’t know n0body listening to travis scott
i got more sugar mommas than travis scott
kanye might be crazy, nephew not
feel like the n~gga who k!lled tupac
f~ck sp~ceghostpurrp, that n~gga clout~chasing
he dissed n~ggas he ain’t gon’ see
don’t compare me to sp~ceghostpurrp
how the f~ck is your name sp~ceghostpurrp?
who the f~ck told you that was a cool name?
who let you name yourself that?
every song he made is trash
shoutout my n~gga, lil b, i just facetimed him the other day
he was in the trap like me, i told him rest in peace pnb
i told him f~ck a boogie, milly rock rell off the map
’cause that whole dance was wack, foreign fivio like forty
he put glorilla on that song, that girl cannot out~do s~xyy red
glorilla look like a stick figure, she ain’t got no titties for a n~gga
rich the kid fell off the map since lil uzi chased him down
waka flocka fell off the map, ’cause tammy left him now
gucci mane got sober about a b~tch, i wish gucci’d pop some beans again
i wish he’d drink lean again
who the f~ck told gucci to get healthy?
if i ever meet gucci mane, i’ma make him watch ~hustle & flow~
’cause that n~gga had two b~tches and he not going dj paul door
like, “n~gga, turn that music down”
terrence howard gave him a half a ounce
dj paul was looking ugly as sh~t
your b~tch got a wave cap under her wig
b~tch got a wave cap like project pat
your girlfriend look like crunchy black
your girlfriend look like uncle murda
your girlfriend look like tsu surf
ain’t no bbl gon’ work
that girl look like flavor flav
that girl look like krs~one
that girl look like grandaddy~master flash
that girl look like christopher wallace
you pop~locking and tick~tocking
you got fronted a pound, ain’t make no profit
all you do is lay up, eat p~ssy, and gossip
you got a swag like papoose
that’s why your b~tch treat you like she do
your girlfriend hate when you in the booth
you writing raps and don’t tell the truth
you in apartment rapping ’bout a house
i feel like your momma, i kick you out
i feel like your daddy, i walk out your life
and i’ma see you eighteen years later
i am your father, i’m dark vader
i leave you missing, you part of malaysia
you don’t want this sh~t, this sh~t here cajun
i’m the first terrorist, kamikaze, asian
i drive my truck into your house
my music bump like s~xyy red~lit
my music bump like usher~lit
my music bump like nba youngboy~lit
you come to the a’ and be pookie loc
i’m like, “put that n~gga in the dirt”
you should get a “keep snitching” t~shirt
you a water boy and that sh~t won’t work
how the f~ck you gon’ ask me for thirty dollars?
what the h~ll you tryna buy, a eighth?
you want some blunts, some black, and a three~dollar plate?
you a jamaican beef patty in the face
with your looking~ass, boy, boy, them jordans beat up
and your outfit oudated, and you scared of the barbershop
n~gga, you need like four~hunnid stylist~ists
i take back what i said about tory lanez
’cause all of my opps be lying
they be lying more than meg’ thee stallion
how the f~ck she get shot in her foot and that b~tch still back dancing?
any n~gga i know got shot in the foot or leg, he never danced again
i know a b~tch who got one leg, i know a n~gga with one leg
i know a n~gga in a wheelchair, and his ass never danced again
meg’ thee stallion, they made her in a lab
scientists done built that ass
that b~tch could’ve been in sp~ce jam
meg’ thee stallion could dunk on jordan
how the f~ck they lock tory lanez up for that?
he was just defending hisself
he fought too, she 6’6, sh~t, tory lanez needed help
if i was tory lanez, i would’ve had the glock
she would’ve toured again? i don’t think not
she wouldn’t even had a toe left
i stay in the house ’cause sh~t’d go left
that’s why i don’t wanna be in california
sh~t, i might move to flordia
i hate n~ggas more than charleston white
i hate dogs and hate b~tterflies
i hate n~ggas, i hate everthing i see
these n~ggas running around like juwanna mann, something that they wanna be
how lil wayne discover drake?
he got barrettes in his hair, he g~y
lil wayne kissed his stepdad, he g~y
lil wayne dreads fell out
how the f~ck lil wayne the best rapper?
lil wayne cap way more than jay~z
lil wayne is not better than gucci mane
ain’t no crack dealers bump lil wayne
only meth~heads bump lil wayne
they gotta be high, drunk, and on cocaine
i’m in a dually truck, oj juiceman
i rather listen to gucci mane
how the f~ck jay~z went and got dreads?
when his whole life he had a brush cut
how the f~ck j cole got dreads?
and his whole life he had a brush cut
them n~ggas got no personality
f~ck your money, you ain’t got no character
you know beyoncé debt stretched out
you old, washed up, and don’t stretch out
they say nephew the best out
i’ll never sign to none of you n~ggas
the hundred~thousand man indictement

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