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rxknephew - nothing to lose lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
mhm, mhm
yeah, mhm
till i’m dead, yeah, till i’m dead
for real, till i’m dead
huh? hmm?

[hook]
i got plenty options, i don’t know which one to choose
pull up sport plus, sh+t lookin’ like neph flew
walk up on some bullsh+t, but you already knew
b+tch, these diors on my feet, these ain’t no jimmy choos
girl, i feel like pop smoke, the way i shake the room
she like, “what you doin?” babygirl, i’m hittin’ l!cks
slide through the paint like i’m shaq, i might break the rim
they doin’ all that d+ck eatin’, but they ain’t sayin’ sh+t

[verse]
all them godd+mn lies, they tryna make a hit
till i’m dead, baby, i’mma pop my sh+t
till i’m dead, feel likе [?] with the mop stick
till i’m dead, get out my sleep, baby, and pop sh+t
i’m sorry to tеll you to your face that girl, you not sh+t
i’m off the hendog, i’m gettin’ woozy, baby
glock’ll make him shrug his shoulders like he uzi, baby
she like, “neph, you got plans? what you doin’ baby?”
you ain’t gotta tell me what you doin’, i know what you doin’, baby
till i’m dead, baby, i’mma pop my sh+t
yeah, till i’m dead, you ain’t gotta ask if i got my gl!ck
till i’m dead, i’mma round with that two+tone gl!ck
baby like, “why you always on some bullsh+t?”
“how the h+ll you got that za pack?” i flew it in
audi a6 boat, that’s what i’m coolin’ in
that’s a prop gun, point it, n+gga, shoot it then
lil b+tch ain’t pay sh+t, i flew her in
what you did today? a lot of l!cks
opps got my name in they mouth, eatin’ a lot of d+ck
pardon me, i’m rollin’, booted as a b+tch
too tuff tone walked in, he got a two tone stick
i’m with brainstorm, he got a chain on
load that beat up, n+gga, i’m puttin’ pain on it
where that backwood at? i’m boutta put top strain on it
got off my flight, jumped in that f+cker, this not the same foreign
take a deal where? tell the a&r he can suck my d+ck
sahbabii nephew, way i pull up with that f+ckin’ stick
you ain’t talkin’ money, don’t talk my phone though, we can’t talk ’bout sh+t
[hook]
i got plenty options, i don’t know which one to choose
pull up sport plus, sh+t lookin’ like neph flew
walk up on some bullsh+t, but you already knew
b+tch, these diors on my feet, these ain’t no jimmy choos
girl, i feel like pop smoke, the way i shake the room
she like, “what you doin?” babygirl, i’m hittin’ l!cks
slide through the paint like i’m shaq, i might break the rim
they doin’ all that d+ck eatin’, but they ain’t sayin’ sh+t

- rxknephew lyrics

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