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long song - rxknephew lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse]
been in the corner with drink in my hand
de la hoya neph, beat up the gram
who’s that calling, what do they need?
opps look up to a n*gga named dee
who dee? deez nuts
your whole gang look up to dee
four o, need for speed
triple h in the ring
sting flow through the ring
bags look like brock lesnar
frog splash, eddie guerrero
lie, cheat, steal, eddie guerrero
stolen car, eddie guerrero
overdose, eddie guerrero
in the hotel like eddie guerrero
catch a body like rеy mysterio
drink more than stone cold
crash hеnny like stone cold
ddt a opp on the concrete
rip up the shirt like hulk hogan
unc look like hulk hogan
handlebar mustache, hulk hogan
where you got that copper? it’s stolen
me on a harley*davidson, hulk hogan
mr. socko, dior sock
put dior socks in a b*tch mouth
b*tch, i’m nephew mr. socko
at the trap, look like a cage match
unc pulled up with a ladder
unc at the trap, heavyweight belt
auntie got a middleweight belt
lil homie got a lightweight belt
they at the trap tryna compete
auntie think she had a track meet
unc think he doing the hurdles
he working out, got no weights
bro still think he upstate
he cooking food out the kitchen sink
pulled up like i drive a brinks
real coke boy, rest in peace chinx
my b*tch shoot sh*t like remy ma
hood ratchet b*tch like remy ma
darkskin b*tch like remy ma
gl!ck in her purse like remy ma
this hennessy, not no rémy, ma
she in the club, only made a hundred dollars
her sugar daddy won’t cashapp her
took a flight with her nanny, left her stranded
she got trust issues
i got trust issues
she telling me “neph, none of your opps could f*ck with you
you got more timbs than new york hats like bussa buss with you
your clip hanging out the glock like a short school bus with you”
glock make him walk on his head
[?]
i don’t even know if i said it right
b*tch stomach growling, ain’t eating right
put your team on, how you sleep at night?
your b*tch about to set you up
n*gga mad his food stamps ain’t come
don’t fight me, fight the mailman
i can’t argue with a n*gga
i can’t argue with a b*tch
the b*tch arguing with herself
matter fact, she arguing about d*ck
b*tch, i should sell d*ck
and be my own gorilla pimp
they be like “neph, you just slapped the l!ck”
bust a b*tch on a air mattress
i got a air mattress in my trunk
i pull it out and blow it up
she like “you ratchet, what the f*ck?”
you hungry? warm them noodles up
ben ballin’, ballin’ on a budget
i’m ballin’ but still on a budget
in amiris eating mac & cheese
b*tch better not ask for these
stepped in like i need it all
b*tch smoke blacks, newports and all
b*tch drink corona, henny and all
she just like me, f*ck it, we on
she talkin’ about where the beans at
b*tch, now you getting out of hand
don’t look at the beans in my hand
them b*tches gone like “shazam!”
bean poppin’ contest
she eat d*ck till her jaw hurt
tryna fake like her jaw don’t work
why you texting? should’ve called me first
put a b*tch on block list real life
stiff*arm, blocked you in real life
look like a linebacker in real life
b*tch run around like dwyane wade
i came up from dope bowl
throw the plug in the chokehold
n*ggas cornball like kellogg’s
hit a l!ck, neph well off
they want somebody to tell on
doordash should give me free food
doordash for me and not for you
this new york strip, not pizza
cheesecake factory, not pizza
this bossanova, not pizza
i ain’t got sh*t against pizza
i take pasta over pizza
that’s not linguini, that’s pizza
opps run around on a slice of pizza
he flipped the eighth and bought pizza
your whole gang eatin’ on caesar’s pizza
your whole gang full on five dollars
take your ring, teddy bruckshot you
new teddy bruckshot on [?]
shoulda went to school, became a doctor
glock smack you, chris rock you
.40 size of waka flocka
.40 sound like benny butcher
i got more bars than benny the butcher
guess what? benny was never a butcher
i’m a nephew, he not a butcher
put me in the trap as a top cooker
got a knife on me like a real butcher
n*gga got ludacris sideburns
[?] them luda sideburns
i look like luda when i’m in the audi
get out the way, b*tch, cause i’m comin’
i’m forrest gump when i’m runnin’
longest yard adam sandler when i’m runnin’
nelly with his shoes off when i’m runnin’
kunta kinte when i’m runnin’
usain bolt when i’m runnin’
sonic hedgehog when i’m runnin’
i’m el chapo when i’m runnin’
i’m tay*k when i get to runnin’
i’m boss top, k!ll you for nothing
i’ll k!ll your ass on instagram
all my opps’ll get some likes
you gonna be dead and i’mma like it
see my opp dead, hit the like b*tton
matter fact, i’mma hit the heart b*tton
see my opp dead, put heart eyes
genuinely happy that they died
i bought a bottle when they died
heard the opp died, so what?
i got a bottle and rolled up
high five the bro like that’s what’s up
n*gga died, congratulations
all cause he wanna be famous
n*gga run around g*ngb*nging
28, just now g*ngb*nging
work taste like mike will made it
guess what? brainstorm made it
brainstorm got better beats than mike will
how the f*ck his name mike will?
how you got two first names?
how your name mike and will?
brainstorm make better beats
we don’t need future to get on these beats
i’ll slap the sh*t outta dj mustard
why he dyed his hair color of mustard?
tryin’ to lose weight, but your name mustard
runnin’ round like hot dogs and mustard
i’m bout to diss every producer
all y’all do is take samples and loop it
go clean, pick up a broomstick
brainstorm better than young chop
i talk more sh*t than young chop
n*ggas on the same drugs as young chop
i’m at walmart more than young chop
she 23, that my young thot
only 27, but i could still be your sugar daddy
i’m boomin’, i’m buggin’, the trap goin’ crazy
quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, aye!
i’mma slide through that b*tch like young juiceman
got a big*ass glock size of juicy juice can
i’m boomin’, i’m buggin’, my phone goin’ crazy
paid $120 for some head from your lady
f*ck that sh*t, i might make that b*tch pay me
okay! aye! aye! juiceman!
feel like i’mma [?], roll like i’m on zone 6
drink and drivin’ like i’m shawty lo, i might crash the whip
hold up, call the bean man, brodie, won’t you pass the stick?
call the weed man, somebody serve me
call the bean man, tell him it’s emergency
where the za man? tell him come back
where the liquor store? i need more f*ckin’ yak
where the tattoo man at? i need a face tat
slide through, came [?] with my money rag
back then, they didn’t want me
now i’m hot, they all on me
invisible glock with invisible top, hit a opp, give him invisible top
neph jones!
my two*tone glock my cuddy buddy
in the stove mo’, tippin’ on fo*fo
kick a b*tch out, she gotta go
mike jones! (who?)
ain’t heard me the first time? mike jones
feel like mike jones with them big*ass clothes
with a durag on gettin’ hated on
told her she could be my cuddy buddy
keep it 100, do you love me?
they thought i’d go out like flava flav
boosie boo with a fade
not yung berg, i got my chain
post malone, i tat my face
diss my opps on adam22
they tryna pay for adam22
guess what? i could call adam22
and what else? he do not know bout you
i said your name, he gon be confused
like “neph, who the f*ck is that dude?”
they in the house watchin’ no jumper
they wish they could be on no jumper
next week, bout to be on no jumper
i ain’t graduate and got no jumper
like cmac, these n*ggas close to me
tat my face like cmac
same clothes like cmac
love my b*tch like i’m cmac
they gon have to [?] like cmac
i’ll squabble you like i’m cmac
take you to the cut like cmac
quit [?] like i’m cmac
i’m the dark*skin version of cmac
skinnier version of cmac
when i’m in cali, think i’m cmac
my price lower than cmac’s
tell a opp that sh*t ain’t nifty
my hood treat me like cmac
[?] bags bigger than cmac
had two teachers like cmac
opps talkin’ bout where they seen at
pull up for a fade like cmac
put the gun down, beat your ass
this not a tag team wrestling match
slap my glock, tag it in
told my nina jump in
they like “neph, this not a fair fight”
i tell my b*tch to jump in
told brainstorm jump in
my producer’ll whoop your producer
my producer fresher than your producer
it sound like cassidy, your producer
step in with a little ruger
get on the flight, go “phew!”
big neph’ll jump in the air
will slapped who? wouldn’t dare
love my b*tch, i got a affair
ugg boots i wouldn’t wear
i wouldn’t use slip*on [?]
fell asleep when i caught the head
can’t take back sh*t that i said
withdraw, rollin’ over in bed
get on the flight with slither ted
glock beat it in the back of your head
repeatedly beat and off your dreads
gas got me callin’ the dead
love brainstorm cause he looped the beat
till i’m dead, i’mma loop the beat
upped the glock and looped the beat
if henny was a beat, then i looped it
if her head was a beat, then i looped it
wasn’t for uber, she’d be troopin’
kay flock in the moncler, i boom ’em
please don’t test me, i’ll do it
auntie like “where the h*ll you get this?”
trap look like robbed ridiculousness

- rxknephew lyrics

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