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lirik lagu rxknephew - who the hell is nephew

[verse]
don’t come around here ~ “but, b~tch, i wanna die”
these n~ggas be p~ssy, see it in they eyes
gl!ck in his face, this is not a surprise
when slitherman on your ass, can’t hide
boom! play with me, b~tch, then that’s your life
cut the cocaine with miami ice
don’t write a check if you can’t pay the price
i look at the pot like we ’bout to fight
pew~pew~pew~pew~pew
b~tch, have a good night
run a b~tch over, modern day suge knight
glock dunk on a n~gga like like mike
rxk! i hate thesе n~ggas
rest to holyfield, i ain’t faking, n~gga
glock fry you like pork fat and bacon, n~gga
i am not thе one, don’t mistake me, n~gga
my b~tch call me petty
put them lashes on, b~tch, get ready
we taking a trip, b~tch, drive for me
we get caught, get on the stand and lie for me
b~tch told me better control my drinking
thinking ’bout me, that’s the wrong kind of thinking
run up on me, that’s the wrong kind of thinking
grrr, iron out the creases
did another bean, my heart racing
i need some water to chill
before i f~ck with prices, let’s make a deal
walk in that b~tch, murder, death, k!ll
white b~tch in the group like will.i.am
glock sound dumber than fergie
who the h~ll is carlo just popped an urky
they like “slitherman, don’t hurt me”
what do you mean? don’t talk to me
you need beans? i need beans
she on beans, brodie on beans
“neph, is you rolling?” i’m on a bean
whipping my wrist like that b~tch got tourette’s
tired of driving, neph need a jet
i’m thinking ’bout money, she thinking ’bout s~x
the clip empty, i pop in the next
i’m going too fast, she tryna give neck
he talking too much, fall the f~ck back
f~ck out my face with all of that yap
ugly as f~ck, look like i’m yak
don’t want no clear liquor, i want yak
backwood look like that b~tch ass, fat
rxk! get the tat
grrr, smoke his ass like a black
they like “neph, stop screaming”
h~ll nah, b~tch, eat a d~ck
i’ma scream ’til i lose my motherf~cking voice
opp scream to the top of his voice
friends in my face, “who the h~ll is carlo?”
glockies look like an extended tahoe
drinking this henny, my kidneys failing
i’ma drive all the way to cali then mail it
f~ck out my face, n~gga
i’m so higher than a f~ck
i might start rapping like lil boat
biting my tongue, on the verge of a stroke
might die driving off of the henny
hi, my name is death, my mom kimberly
that glock 9 sing like symphonies
i will pull a f~cking heist at tiffany’s
i will drive my f~cking car into your trap
n0body died, we doubling back
backwood smell like funyun pack
i was never 12, i skipped that
i don’t give a f~ck if you got that sh~t
barack obama was never black
he was a hawaiian dude with a tan
off a obama phone, sold grams
b~tch! b~tch!
that’s what the glock 9 sound like
b~tch ass ho ass n~ggas!
that’s what these n~ggas be moving like
they got glocks but don’t shoot ’em right
you shoot at me, you don’t k!ll me, you die
look like travis barker on the drums
up that glock, dun~dun~dun~dun~dun
pot sound like black rob screaming whoa
b~tch bad, french tip toes
opp tried to run down, he ain’t even close
walk in the trap, keep the door closed
high as a f~ck, b~tch, i can’t see
brown used to be white like dirty dee
real dope boy, five dollar tee
b~tch p~ssy sound like mac and cheese
glock hit your head, sound like mac and cheese
opp brains look like mac and cheese
stab a b~tch like a juicy juice can
trap look like i work with michelin man
i pass you the work, don’t fidget with the grams
i can see an opp out the peripheral vision
glock 9, shooting out the peripheral vision
there’s work in the trunk, no stereos in it

- lirik lagu rxknephew

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