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alt! (rapper) - rahhhh - phonk edit lyrics

[intro]
and here comes number thirteen, mr. alt (yeah, yeah)
coming from the three+point line right now (yeah, yeah)
oh, sh+t, that n+gga’s dead as h+ll, oh, oh— (oh my f+cking god, n+gga, rah!)

[verse]
he keep talkin’ out his neck, he gon’ meet that f+ckin’ rah!
we gon’ kick your door, one, two, three, and four, you hear that rah!
murder what she wrote, saw him in the scope, i’m ’boutta rah!
front page of the post, he ain’t get a note, that n+gga died
knock up at your door, let me in, b+tch, i’m gon’ need that neck
f+ck he talking for? stay up on that bench, don’t get pressed
i might take your ho, give and go, pass it to my left
and that fye i tote, lethal weapon, it rip through your chest
heard she got a big ol’ booty, told that b+tch to make it bounce
i’ma get up in that coochie, k!ll that cat and dog her out
they gon’ +woof+ when i +woof+ ’cause they know what i’m about
sh+t get wicked on this side, i suggest a different route

[bridge]
agh! hold the f+ck up, n+gga
agh! hold the f+ck up, n+gga

[outro]
stepped in this b+tch, break necks in this b+tch
k!ll tec in this b+tch, shoutout x in this b+tch
give a f+ck about your vest, we aim for heads in this b+tch
i say, “yeah, trick, yeah,” i’m the best in this b+tch

- alt rapper lyrics

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