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aura - rexv2 lyrics

[intro]
cool

[chorus]
why the f*ck is you back on the block?
i k!ll a opp, double back with the glock
these n*ggas try, but you act what you not
she on my b*lls and you cap to the thot
my n*gga call, you be lacking a lot
she drop my drawls and i’m back in the spot
trap in the halls, b*tch, i’m flipping the school
[?], i ain’t flipping no juul
probably don’t got it, i got christian and trues
i hit her up, now your b*tch got to choose
i’m on my own, i ain’t cl!cking with dudes
we send him up, if you snitch then you lose
i’m going off, b*tch, i’m lit than a fuse
[?]
going up, b*tch, i’m a plaqueboy
you talking ’bout money, but can’t show a stack boy
these n*ggas sh*tty like shaq boy
late in the night, save the city like catboy
b*tch, you’s a snitch, you a rat boy
just you drop the lo’, drop the pin, where you at boy?
hit at your top, at your cap boy
[?]
[intermission]
aye, if you know then you know
that sh*t from fallout

[verse]
i get you hit, you a call out
she flash a titty, she pull that sh*t all out
[?]
[?], i can ball now
she don’t want rubbеr, just raw now
stand on my rubber bands, young n*gga tall now
i’m really cool off that funny sh*t, uh
n*ggas been knew that i run this sh*t, uh
hop out thе v, b*tch, i’m gunning sh*t (touchdown)
beat his ass up then we punt that b*tch, uh
call my lil twin on some other sh*t, uh
this lil hoe trippin’, so i f*ck that b*tch, uh
we get you hit then we turn this b*tch up
that hoe, she want the d*ck, told her, “[?]”

[bridge]
ride ’round with them dreadheads, they tryn’ muder sh*t, uh
f*ck on that hoe, she tryn’ flirt and sh*t, uh
shordy a fiend, so i serve that b*tch some
you’s a rapper, n*gga?
we ain’t even heard your sh*t on
f*ck on that hoe, think i hurt that b*tch, uh
i’m out of state with some [?], uh
(what the f*ck? who the f*ck is rex? that n*gga unknown*)
[chorus]
why the f*ck is you back on the block?
i k!ll a opp, double back with the glock
these n*ggas try, but you act what you not
she on my b*lls and you cap to the thot
my n*gga call, you be lacking a lot
she drop my drawls and i’m back in the spot
(trap in the*) trap in the halls, b*tch, i’m flipping the school
[?], i ain’t flipping no juul
probably don’t got it, i got christian and trues
i hit her up, now your b*tch got to choose
i’m on my own, i ain’t cl!cking with dudes
we send him up, if you snitch then you lose
i’m going off, b*tch, i’m lit than a fuse
[?]
going up, b*tch, i’m a plaqueboy
you talking ’bout money but can’t show a stack boy
these n*ggas sh*tty like shaq boy
late in the night, save the city like catboy
b*tch, you’s a snitch, you a rat boy
just you drop the lo’, drop the pin, where you at boy?
hit at your top, at your cap boy
[?]

[outro: plaqueboymax]
you know that image and the swagger. now look, no d*ck suck, out of all the n*ggas that done came in this b*tch, you got the best, um, hmm, what do the kids call it? aura, you know?

- rexv2 lyrics

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