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rxknephew – dance song كلمات اغاني

[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

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