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dance song - rxknephew lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah
yeah!
yeah
uh, uh, uh
uh, uh

[verse 1]
pull up in all black like kodak black
big*ass bags, they know me for that
please, f*ck out my face, you don’t know me like that
i do not need a plug to throw me a pack
tell a opp n*gga, go ahead, n*gga, back, back
h*ll nah, b*tch, you ain’t gettin’ the cashapp
came from a long way, past that
glock on the hip, they like, “how he stash that?”
baby girl, i’m gettin’ groovy
i fade a b*tch like i’m boosie
my b*tch’d beat your b*tch up
dope way too strong, auntie can’t get up
auntie like, “neph, free pap”
thirty*first, b*tch, free crack
any car drivin’ like a scat pack
this b*tch strong, gave unc’ a heart attack
ooh, back up, b*tch, i got moves
tonight, might do me some shrooms
pulp fiction neph, i got moves
we can pop a bean, we ain’t goin’ on a cruise
she like, “i’m here, don’t care if you lose”
all my opps tryna call a truce
f*ck out my phone, i ain’t got sh*t for you
do not call me, call your b*tch for it
fake*ass life, n*gga, that’s a facade
don’t call me neph, call me god
little*ass d*ck size, wave rod
b*tch gon’ clap round of applause
my b*tch steal out of stores and do fraud
she like, “do you love me?” i’m like, “i swear to god”
who, what, when, where? i set it off
they like, “godd*mn, neph, you set it off2
she like, “ooh, daddy, you tasty”
in the s7, who wanna race me?
you can’t compare my b*tch to basic
i roll up, three*point*five and face it
if you feelin’ some way, then say it
we trappin’, it’s not a vacation
all the opps broke and confused
you ain’t got no money, n*gga, get out the room
i’m in the front, not the caboose
all the opps wanna call a truce
drink grand cru before grey goose
audi so big, it can’t take a [?]
how you got the za here? it flew
my za take more flights than you
feel like max b on “grand cru”
sit down, blueprint, what the plan do?
i’ma ball harder than caillou
more uppercuts than ryu
i’m doin’ good, b*tch, how are you?
i got grams, baby, not for you
blackin’ out like i drunk too much
brody got credit cards, tryna punch too much
n*gga, steer from here, i’ll f*ck you up
glock make you look like you tryna double dutch
they like, “hold on, neph gettin’ spicy”
10*17, they don’t like me
i feel like gucci mane in the brain
told a b*tch i’d go up north, then [?]
i grind for this, don’t get excited
auntie took the [?] she bitin’
listen here, free tr3yway shotti
throw a b*tch in the trunk like tekashi
[verse 2]
uh
throw a b*tch in the trunk like tr3yway shotti
i feel like ar*ab talkin’ about robbin’ me
who the f*ck? when, where, what, who robbin’ me?
on the first song, think he hit the lottery
i’ll boom a b*tch like kay flock did
you tryna rate my song, i’m tryna rate your work
they on live when i’m talkin’ ’bout work
[?] tryna talk ’bout rxk
“rate my song,” get the f*ck out my face
you come to my show, i’ll break your face
he like, “i’m a fan, why you wanna break my face?”
does this coke make you not feel your face?
juelz santana, you can’t feel your face
coke too good, you won’t feel your face
n*gga talkin’ ’bout why i’m like this everyday
i’ma stay in the house, i ain’t got crack to sell
better do [?] i ain’t buyin’ chanel
i told all of ’em, don’t test me how i feel
on the trap move, still grindin’ on the rail
b*tch pressin’ dope, get big as h*ll
might jump on the incline with fentanyl
might jump on the decline with heroin
b*tch, who the h*ll is you starin’ at?
why the h*ll you wearin’ that?
i went to neiman marcus, that’s why i’m wearin’ that
burberry my hat, burberry my frames (burberry!)
i feel like big worm, b*tch
where the f*ck is my money at?
pull up in the ice cream truck
i feel like big worm in the ice cream truck
i’m like [?], don’t hype me up
he like, “neph, you black and you turnt the f*ck up”
brainstorm, don’t hype me up
he like, “you blackin’ out, neph, what the f*ck?”
all my crack [?] need jenny craig
they all fat, f*ck jenny craig
brainstorm said, “f*ck jenny craig“
all the crack [?] look like [?]
all on the floor, lookin’ like i’m luda
b*tch, you dirty, go pick up a broom
b*tch, get the f*ck out my house
my new girlfriend’d knock you the f*ck out
uppercut the sh*t out you, box you the f*ck out
[?], n*gga, get out
i told all my [?] to get out
b*tch, i’m about to motherf*ckin’ blatt
[?] feel like [?]
feel like spaghetti, [?]
b*tch, free pap
auntie like, “mm*hm,” white [?]
they like, “neph known for the gl!ck in his hat”
get off the flight, they like, “how he get in with that?”
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
i’m makin’ movies, cinematic when i [?] the lil’ uzi
b*tch thick as sh*t with a fat coochie
i catch a body, come back like boosie

- rxknephew lyrics

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