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wall street cars - rxknephew lyrics

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that b*tch talkin’ ’bout how she miss me
i don’t try to fit in ’cause it don’t fit me
keep a gl!ck on me case it get swifty
price dropped down, n*gga, get with me
glock hit a n*gga vlone
i’ll take a trip, get the p’s gone
these n*ggas move like deadass peons
drive with my knees while i’m drinkin’ on henny
drinkin’ and drivin’, not givin’ a f*ck
all the way from the g, i’ll tie a b*tch up
all i had was a whopper, i’m hungry as f*ck
we ain’t’ gettin’ no telly, we’ll sleep in the v
they kicked the trap, i’ma trap out the v
b*tch got dressed up just to get in the v
all type of narcotics in the v
don’t play with this, b*tch, we playin’ for keeps
stick to the script, stay away from n*ggas
this glock horseplay with n*ggas
real life savage like fredo, n*gga
feed a b*tch fried potato, n*gga
real drugrixh, f*ck them n*ggas
rxk, f*ck them n*ggas
back out the hawk, cut a n*gga
stab a n*gga, hawk a n*gga
don’t talk to me ‘less you buyin’ somethin’
they get in they feelings and lyin’ on me
i told you before, you could die over pride
all type of sh*t when you look in my eyes
auntie start cleanin’ every time she get high
two time felon, i ride with the nine
slap the f*ck out a b*tch ’bout mine
this is not a date or wine and dine
shoot the b*tch up, i ain’t got no time
don’t talk to me, b*tch, ’bout irrelevant sh*t
walk in that b*tch with eleven of ’em
how many dubs you want? i got seven of ’em
all type of white on me, i am not prejudiced
auntie like “neph, is you runnin’ for president?”
f*ck from ’round here, we ain’t got no ketamine
up your price, then we deadin’ ’em
i’m in the booth, stop textin’ my phone
ain’t drinkin’ corona, some sh*t make me p*ss
i will ufc a brick
auntie in the backyard gettin’ lit
bought her some chicken, she ate on d*ck
more rings on one hand than sl!ck rick
look like eric b in that classic pic
look like flava flav f*ckin’ on hoops
ugly n*gga with a bad b*tch like hoops
good with the glock, i don’t know how to hoop
glock look like shaq out the roof
look like shaq when i’m breakin’ the glass
put the blunt down, beat your ass
these n*ggas move like [?]
these n*ggas’ trap look like a precinct
b*tch, my bags is bigger than decent
glock hit a opp knee, knock out the creases
i’m the new cam’ron, i really mean it
money rag, green beam, know they seen it
show a b*tch the definition of demon
i’ma go to h*ll with gasoline drawers
b*tch tryna gas like she like my song
this sh*t’ll get crafty like saw
jump out my sleep, i’m breaking the law
disrespectful since i learned how to crawl

- rxknephew lyrics

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