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bruce lee head (dokey man) - rxknephew lyrics

[intro]
yuh!
duh!

[verse]
ay, b*tch
i know i got problems, b*tch
two glocks i got options
that lil hoe, man she ain’t poppin’
30 turned him into waka flocka
30 make him shake his dreads
that n*gga want me, he the feds
i don’t wanna shake his hand, i don’t wanna know that man
when i pop out with that .30, they like “what the f*ck he doin’ ?”
when i pull so godd*mn fast
[?]
make sure all the grams there so i can rob for your grams
i will rob a n*gga out the blue and rob him with no hands
i’m like “uh*uh lil mama, back up, you a fed”
if i up this bih then on my head, it blows like a fan
they tried to ban me off of youtube (rxk)
i’ma walk out in that b*tch real quiet (like rxk)
so many 30s me and pap matched
so many 30s on me, i need a {?]
you know that that’s my home if i leave my hat
dat not my b*tch, she let me leave the house without the strap
i f*ck that b*tch two times, three times, four times, five times from the back
i keep on coming back to back to back to back to back
i look like snoop dogg in a tanktop
i look like famous dex with the famous {?]
i feel like [?] davis, kicking b*tches out the hummer
i feel like oj juiceman, 32s on hummers
i might go out like i’m patman, put a cartier on my eye
i’ma walk in like i’m chief keef, macaroni time
i’m like “b*tch, you know what this sh*t costs? you know what it costs?”
i’ma smoke on that newport till that sh*t gone
they like “neph, you need to turn up, you on that lazy sh*t”
i’m like “hoe, b*tch, what you talk about, watch ya lip”
make a b*tch sh*t on they self like they lil reese
i’m sh*tting out hallow points, i ain’t lil reese
catch a opp, shoot his ass in the neck like lil reese
shoot me in my neck, i stay alive like i’m lil reese
she think i sound like barry white but b*tch this lil baby
it’s texas time, she got her stomach out with her titties
next album, i’ma rap about doing coke
my manager told me “stop rapping like this”
my new manager, he pap and he talkin’ sh*t
i’m like “pap, book a show”, he like “we gon book a b*tch”
i look like [?] when i walk in
based god
pap buyin’ margielas
based god
[outro]
ay!
uh, uh, hat
burr!
hm*mmm!
glee!
takeoff ! disney dumber than takeoff !
h*ll nah !
back to back to back to back to back !

- rxknephew lyrics

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