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lirik lagu bill what i dont know him – rxknephew

[intro]
(chrisco!)
ay
ay
yuh
n*gga, this beat so hard
i had to do it over, n*gga
yuh
yuh
yuh

[verse]
i got the stick with me
b*tch, don’t play with me
that hoe gon’ lay with me
the opps don’t play with me
f*ck they gon’ say to me?
purple heart bravery
chain on my neck like modern*day slavery
that’s why they hatin’ me
he tuckin’ jewelry
he is not fooling me
stop with the foolery
what they gon’ to do me?
they’re not as fresh as me
i got the stick with me
they’re not checking me
plug keep blessin’ me
b*tch can’t wrestlе me
hot sauce in a pan, b*tch not checkin’ mе
that b*tch tried to flex on me
[?] accessories
dollar eggroll, b*tch keep stressin’ me
she want the better me
control your jealousy
they are not touchin’ me
i wish they would
this not a six*shooter
frames and i’m coolin’
up it and do it
stick like acoustic
they want me locked up
they got me f*cked up
drinkin’, i’m f*cked up
mind doin’ donuts
they want me broke like adrien broner
glock with me tourin’
juice man, orange
children of corn
the trap my throne
glad to be home
they know what i’m on
they want the smoke, f*cked up alone
grrrrr, that’s what we on
(you alright, chrisco…)
my daughter keep callin’
sometimes it get hard
forget i’m a father
they judge, i go harder
f*ck who judgin’ me
don’t bring up that luck to me
f*ck out my face with that godd*mn f*ckery
the plug think i’m dodgin’ him
i’m thinkin’ bout robbin’ him
i didn’t have no father
i’m good with my partners
my daughter look like me
her mama don’t like me
i think that i’m gucci when he dropped “so icy”
i don’t want a rollie
pap’ got the ap
i want the breitling
let an opp try me
i think about dying
i grind and provide
i look in they face, they tellin’ me lies
i don’t got the time for the bullsh*t
do not make it hot, i came with the glock
i’m checkin’ the clock, it’s 12 on the dot
it’s almost the 1st, i’m punchin’ the clock
i slide through l.a., i feel like i’m pac
ain’t cuffin’ no thot
get mad at the stove and punch out the pot
if i got the drop then b*tch we gon’ slide
whether or not
i’m ready to die, like biggie and pac
chain on my neck attractin’ the thots
my hat match the shirt
shirt match socks
they want me like duck, eatin’ through the slot
mama keep tellin’ me, “don’t catch a felony!”
they k!llin’ for jealousy
can’t go to the old me, back to the better me
she want a 50
believe it or not, this cocaine ripley
they tried to clip me
they tried to x me
made the b*tch neck me
look like i’m jet li
henny with pepsi
he lie in his raps but they be catchy
f*ck 12, tell them to catch me
they tried to lynch me
they tried to bench me
they think they gon’ pimp me
drink till it’s empty
glock got a stiffy
drac’ hit his body, make an opp get silly
glock got a jimmy
that b*tch ain’t friendly
they wanna befriend me
what did they send me?
die and come right back to life like kimmy
beat hit hard like it’s made by simmie
b*tch can’t trick me like i’m not ‘him’
walk with a limp
your world gon’ end
you run up on him
he drunk as a b*tch
dumpin’ a .30 at a n*gga lip
[?]
look at an opp like, “get off my d*ck”
walk in that b*tch with a slug in this b*tch
don’t f*ck with that b*tch
walked in with the mid
not givin’ her d*ck, she givin’ me lip
i got a l!ck
pull out the gl!ck, pop in the clip
new breed trapper, not stoppin’ for sh*t
i will beat betas out a brick
she want an 8ball
look like i’m [?]
trap in the playoffs (boom!)
knock his face off
knock his leg off
knock a b*tch head off
knock a b*tch leg off
[outro]
yuh
imma call that right there
rxk

- rxknephew

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