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rxk nephew – i forgot the beat lyrics

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[intro]
all my opps play ps5
all my opps play 2k
they drive hoopties
them n+ggas’ timbs and shoes and feets got miles on ’em
they all got creases in every pair of shoes
all my opps be survivin’ off of bacon, egg and cheese
all my opps got bald spots in they head, d+mn near
n+ggas in they thirties
all my opps smoke crack, them n+ggas look like+
they don’t smoke crack? they on the verge of smokin’ crack
all my opps is f+ckin’ sad

[verse 1]
these n+ggas broke, they ain’t got no hoes
opps look like they shop at marshalls
opps ain’t got no car to park it
big+for+nothin’, creatine+ass n+ggas
these n+ggas in the housе, they be wifeys
in 2021, thеy still fightin’
these grown+ass men want facebook likes
i will k!ll you and give you facebook likes
they gon’ say you was misunderstood
they gon’ say your grandma protected you from the hood
put a n+gga next to his dead moms
disrespect a n+gga dead moms
n+gga out my mind, make her sell p+ssy
these n+ggas go to jail and be p+ssy
these n+ggas use the phone when they can
these n+ggas come home with tuna cans
these n+ggas come home in jail boots
these n+ggas got fake+ass jail stories
these n+ggas ride around in old camrys
how the f+ck you’re bald, still live with his parents?
how the f+ck your shirt not even name brand?
look at the beam on the glock, name brand
my boxers and socks name brand
these n+ggas share clothes with other men
all my opps be bumpin’ my songs
they like, “why you still diss me in your songs?”
n+gga wanna fight, ’bout to get shot
pap buyin’ margielas with the glock
pap pull out the glock like mission: impossible
glock go everywhere, mission: impossible
i don’t give a godd+mn if the mission impossible!
this lil’ ass glock is unstoppable!
all the opps at the gym tryna work out
runnin’ up on neph, it won’t work out
boy, this glock that i got is undefeated
these n+ggas cuffin’ up b+tches with waves
these n+ggas linkin’ up and gettin’ robbed
these n+ggas gettin’ ran off they block
slap the f+ck out your granddad!
f+ck you and your dead mans!
these n+ggas went to special ed school
these n+ggas got certificates from [?]
i really broke in sh+t like [?]
these n+ggas in they thirties, can’t even read
these n+ggas’ b+tch suck d+ck for chinese
these n+ggas 6’5″ with tight jeans
these n+ggas catchin’ hand+to+hand sales
i’ma call this sh+t “[?]: part two”
i’ma flip qp like tae kwon do
i’ma name this sh+t “q rich”
got my name in your mouth like a big d+ck
take your b+tch ot, let her suck d+ck
my bags look like jasmine forehead
straight drop look like jasmine rice
up that thirty, i ain’t tryna fight
made [?] spin on his head that night
[intermission]
i’ma loop the beat
i’ma loop the beat, ’cause i know the opps be watchin’
they be listenin’; they got—they got the— in they cars and sh+t?
they got that cord with the tape that you put in the tape player
you know what i’m sayin’? they listenin’ to my sh+t
them n+ggas subscribed (uh+oh!), so i’ma loop this sh+t
the beat—the beat got looped
the beat got looped
these n+ggas out here breakin’ down roaches, rollin’ them sh+ts up
these n+ggas—these n+ggas never seen—
these n+ggas—these n+ggas is ashy like boosie!

[verse 2]
these n+ggas, all day, laid up with hoes
these n+ggas politickin’ ’bout clothes
these n+ggas sellin percs one by one
i will shoot you n+ggas one by one
y’all n+ggas look like hoes with y’all guns
slidin’ through that b+tch like lil tray tray
boom! dreads everywhere
r+r+rah! muscles everywhere
ar look like it go to planet fitness
glock look like it go to planet fitness
.357 be benchpressin’
compact .40 got triceps
hunting knife, put it through your abs
these n+ggas move like ar+ab
they say they slimes, they don’t wash they ass
f+ck that, b+tch, i’m ’bout to black!
uppercut, duck, weave and jab!
jump out my sleep and beat your ass!
i will beat your ass like the darkskin [?]!
ain’t no round three, shoot the sh+t out your ass!
all my opps shop at the mall at marshalls!
these n+ggas don’t want they girl to divorce ’em!
glock look like a fat b+tch named portia!
slide through [?]!
nyeoo booo r+r+rah!
every one of ’em goners!
i ain’t tryna go broke, adrien broner!



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