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rxknephew – back from the dead lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
yeah
yeah
rxk
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
f+ck up out my face, b+tch, i sold a lot of dope
can’t you see my fit, b+tch? i f+ck a lot of hoes
that’s a two bedroom but it got a lot of stoves
uncle ‘gon stay off in this b+tch, i hear he ain’t got a home
b+tch, you smell what’s in my blood? this sh+t here super strong
got it jumpin’ in this b+tch, look like the super bowl
gave that b+tch two twenties and told her do her toes
cookie made a perfect circle, b+tch put the coolant on it
yeah, yeah, b+tch on the bowl
thirty+one on the stove
not one lazy bonе
don’t spend, go home
two bands, offa o
my wrist, it broke
hit a l!ck, go ghost
need mе a beam when i jump on the road
unc like, “i need you, where did you go?”
stole from the 80, i been here before
pardon me, baby, i’m beatin’ the bowl
pray to the fork and i preach to the stove
b+tch keep callin’, she need me home
“neph slow down, why you speedin’ with dope?”
not on a leash, got the key to the door
yeah, f+ck out my face, b+tch
every time they say my name, i hope they taste it
every time they in my face they not gon’ say sh+t
b+tch, i’m not askin’ for nothing, just gon’ take sh+t
yeah, hope my high do not come down tonight
[?], baby, sorry i can’t lay down tonight
i got too much sh+t that’s on my mind, i can’t sit down tonight
boy, girl, sister, brother, cousin, got all kind of types
bring the narc here, make sure unc bring his ass back
i ain’t tryna here how he died on a bad back
my dawgs don’t be on instagram, they sell mad crack
put that neph on in the trap, “he talk mad facts”
board on the door, hand to hand, back to back to back
kick some, take some, here, n+gga, imagine that
[?], back to the trap
right pocket like 401k, left pocket like taxes check
why the h+ll you try to sell me that? boy, put that away
boy, i got good eyeb+lls, can see it with my face
f+ck around and pay the whole price, f+ck the cheap way
uncle always got eight dollars, he some cheapskate
[outro]
you know i’m with avon, right? stringer bell…
can we talk?
h+ll no!

i need you to walk up there and pack up your people
i’m being a gentleman about it for the moment



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