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worldwide - rxknephew lyrics

drugrixh, nephew
walk in the trap, i wrestle the work like john cena, fu
n*ggas want smoke, let’s do it
.223s send his ass to christ
play with me, i’mma stop you from breathing
diss me in yo rap songs, before sunday i can send you to jesus
i’m drugrixh, i pray to a money rag
you dead broke, probably need you a front
at the trap i serve at the front
i go gucci gang with this motherf*cking pump
papi can get you anything you want
i’m hollow man on the first on the month
i never went broke since a 31
i graduated when i learned how to cook
get caught with this, they gone throw me thе book
troopers behind me, i’m nеver shook
pull off, i’mma do the dash
paul walker, i might die and crash
cartier frames cover my eyes
you ain’t no street n*gga, i can see the signs
yo whole mixtape sound like a lie
you rappin bout a drugrixh lie
blake money told me stay focused
i pass him the bowl, he put us in the game
it’s two sides, n*gga, i’mma stay the same
i’m smoking wedding cake, this not no haze
please don’t play with me cause i turn green
30 shots with the infra*beam
look at my eyes, you can see the pain
look at my fingertip, see the cane
you not a real n*gga, can’t look me in my face
that’s probably why i sold yo ass some bullsh*t
me and my n*ggas, we on some bullsh*t
glock*nueve with a full clip
all i f*ck with is n*ggas who trap
i don’t really like n*ggas who rap
they makin songs full of all cap
nephew make a n*gga go get off his ass
my mama raised me way better than that
i’m barry bonds with the leather hat
hit a homerun with a hanger
f*ck do i look like serving a stranger
pull up in a f*150
at the trap, get my car washed for a 50
can’t beef with me cause your money too short
i’m in cali but the plates say new york
i bought a pot and i bought a fork
i want an audi, i don’t want a porsche
you a p*ssy n*gga, you 27 and you just now jumpin off of the porch
rob who, what the f*ck you thought
i nail your ass to a motherf*ckin cross
i’m married to the trap, we ain’t gettin divorced
straight drop kick the junkie like a horse
you lovin that lil b*tch, she a wh0re
i’m robbin down, this ain’t lacoste
you can’t afford what this sh*t cost
feel like blake money, i speak my thoughts
choppa with nightvision, lil n*gga, you try to run, shoot yo ass thru the door
she suck me up while the car in park
p*ssy n*gga better get a heart
i strike a b*tch with the hand of god
pistol on me, f*ck a bodyguard
street n*gga, this ain’t no facade
trapspot like the house of the ?
dracos on the counter, glocks on the table, on the floor it’s a dirty ar
speak on my name, i’mma get you robbed
i’m in the streets n*gga, f*ck a job
triple cross you, i take a n*gga off
.223’ll take off a n*gga arm
sticks ’round this b*tch like saddam
you getting help from your babymom
i mean what i say, my word is bond
ride with that stick, b*tch, james bond
different color diamonds look like lucky charms
b*tch better treat papi like a don
i drink lean, not grey poupon
ms*13 plug out in cali, he gon send the weed to me from the farm
i’m ? we start selling blow
55 minutes i’m at your front door
cover my face, ray misterio
roaches in the trap eating cereal
auntie came back said she need some more
coke so good finna bust her nose
she said she need money for a toast
i told that b*tch “you better get inside that old ass honda and pick up a load”
i’m drugrixh, i’mma scr*pe the bowl
pull up, beep*beep, that’s bro
me and nephew in the f*150, riding ’round town slangin dope
when you drugrixh, you can’t go broke
plain*jane cuban, not a gold rope
pull up, jump out the car, start shootin, lil n*gga never spoke
we rob forgiatos not spokes
drugrixh run the hood, f*ck a vote

- rxknephew lyrics

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