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im da man - rxknephew lyrics

got the beam on the glock, i ain’t missing sh*t
baby mama beg for child support, b*tch can eat d*ck
girl don’t wear amiri, bum b*tch, you can’t afford this sh*t
pulled up in some foreign sh*t
lil’ b*tch can’t afford this sh*t
opps on my d*ck, they ain’t did sh*t, they ain’t pop out
i check my mailbox, glock out, b*tch i’ll pop out
they said i can’t come back to the city, sh*t, they bump they head
i’ll slide through goodman & garson, fifty*thousand in my hand
my momma out the hood, they said nephew he might go fast
f*ck rap, i’ll catch a body and go and cut my dreads
i’ll send my grandma money on her birthday to see her smile again
they see me drunk driving in that f*cker and he wilin’ again
my b*tch give me head when i ask, i swear to god i love her
bougie n*gga, baby, i’m tryna f*ck you on some gucci covers
i get up turn my swag on, ain’t got sh*t to do with soulja boy
cash money b*tch, i feel like some magnolia boy
i feel like bg when he got let out
fresh home and ran the bag up, the opps still stressed out
b*tch, nephew now, he ain’t gotta say i’m next out
high*five, call the paramedics, the opps is stretched out

i don’t drink no lean, n*gga
my auntie was a fiend, n*gga
granddaddy died from aids and my grandma was a queen, n*gga
my daddy sold poles and i ain’t still get to know the n*gga
wish i could facetime him, new .40, i’m tryna show the n*gga
100 flights in 56 weeks, i had a good year
he went there and went there
and stayed there and went there
they said, what, he can’t go there but he went there
b*tch this ain’t canadian goose or guess jacket, it’s moncler
i spent ten*thousand in a week
life i’m living, sh*t ain’t cheap
i hustle cause i gotta eat
i got some sh*t i gotta speak
it’s hard for me to f*cking sleep
i’m having nightmares in my dream
i wake up to my glock and check the window just to peep the scene
i keep on staring at the camera
wifey think i’m paranoid
crack sells like mondo burger
auntie think it’s steroids
beam on that b*tch, i get to pointing it like a polaroid
earing in my ear, that sh*t bigger than a keloid
my b*tch booty big as h*ll
i love her with them shorts on
i’m bout to get that range but i was thinking bout getting my porsche on

every week i’m balling
every month i’m balling
every year i’m balling
i’m mr. still balling
i had to change my number
them thirsty hoes calling
gucci sweater on, i’m getting missing like i’m waldo

- rxknephew lyrics

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