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slither accoustics - rxknephew lyrics

*hahahahahah*
[rxk nephew]
wake up drinking, i need help (yuh)
eat that henny like captain crunch (yuh)
told unc “this bag pack a punch” (pack a punch)
he wasn’t living so we packed him up (yuh)
it’s a facade, he acting tough (yuh)
psd draws, she ate em up (yuh)
i’m really wit it, i ain’t gotta bluff (gotta bluff)
[?] that its snow on a bluff
up that 30, slew him like [?] (yuh)
run down on slither family, not happening
ain’t no credit, n*gga stop asking n*ggas
i’m shootin’ that glock, i shoot passionate (passionate)
this not your weed, i’m not passin’ it (passin it)
i’m the real lil reese when i get in traffic (traffic)
use a n*gga dead body to dump my ashes (yuh)
he on a countdown it ain’t dawned on him (dawned on him)
disrespect the f*ckin slither slither family
he bumped his head, whats wrong wit him? (wrong wit him)
they say mental health is not a crime (crime)
hope they say that when i stab you a hundred fifty times (times)
white b*tch just did a hundred fifty lines (lines)
beat you with the glock a hundred and fifty times (times)
unc call my phone a hundred and fifty times
he went to the atm a hundred fifty times (times)
he arrested, they gave him a hundred and fifty nine
faaa* pew booom, from behind
these n*ggas good actors, i see the signs (sign)
draco make you look like you fell down twenty stairs (yuh)
psd, i got ’bout twenty pairs (yuh)
i will paint you on your wall [?] right there (yuh)
this 556’ll paint a mirror (mirror)
glock won’t do no scene like christina aguilera (?)
jump out the coupe like aang, airbender
trap jump like we sellin’ mild chicken tenders (yuh, yuh)
trap jump like we sellin’ boneless nuggets
i feel like cam’ron when i hit the block [?]
i will stab you in your top of a hub (yuh)
i will up that glock and get to buss (buss)
i will go get tatted “you can’t trust” (trust)
44 bulldog, named his ass lucki (lucki)
you make it from this, boy you lucky (lucky)
they let me out them gates, i felt lucky (lucky)
you a momma’s boy like your name lucky (lucky)
i was five with a knife like the real chucky
i got a l!ck that look like john travolta
he pull up to the trap like pulp fiction
auntie smoke the percocet through a straw
work good, it lock unc jaw
i will break your motherf*ckin’ jaw
they say “papi, you got raw”
i don’t f*ck with that b*tch at all, i only like getting that b*tch jaw
i will up the stick and break your jaw, kick you in your mouth and break your jaw, punch you in your face and break your jaw
glock hit like an rx papi type beat
that n*gga talkin’ with the law, f*ck around and break his jaw
neph tryna change the subject, i’m still breakin’ jaws
i’ll break your jaw, neph break your neck
shut the f*ck up, b*tch i want the neck
556 goin through a n*gga neck
i walk in this b*tch like dmx, tell all them labels to suck my d*ck

- rxknephew lyrics

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