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smokingskul, mxlachi & wildkarduno – rap nihhs lyrics

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[intro: smokingskul & mxlachi]
(nah, i don’t give no f+ck)
gang
tahhhhh
aye f+ck n+gga
[?] what we on
sh+t
what?
gang, gang

[verse 1: smokingskul & mxlachi]
yeah
you is a rap n+gga like [?]
i’m in that van, n+gga, like i’m rodrick
chop’ got a knife on it like the army
bro got a mask, i’m gon’ rob [?]
g19, this sh+t fully modded
where was you n+ggas when this sh+t first started?
5.56 make a n+gga r+t+rded
hop out the whip, n+gga, i’m gon’ park it
i’m in the drop top, john f. kennedy
sippin’ on wockhardt, that’s my remedy
these n+ggas p+ssy, they ain’t on nothin’
k!ll a n+gga then i open a gofund
i got a mask on like jim carrey
plug trappin’ off a blackberry
how you a trap n+gga? you is not scary
i keep a stick on me like my name harry
5.56 make a fat n+gga skinny
[?] wall like i’m poppin’ a mini
heard she gotta pee so we aim at yo’ kidney
[?] these guns like [?]
smoke wit’ yo’ own cig’, lil b+tch
say you a trap n+gga, hit that l!ck
money ovеr thots, that’s a easy pick
[?] that sh+t
you is a rap n+gga, joyner lucas
i mix a n+gga lean up wit’ mucus
i got a rеd dot, turn ’em buddhas
n+ggas be clones, i’m the first to do this
uh, first n+gga to do that sh+t
i was fifteen when i moved that sh+t
you is a rap n+gga like ludacris
switch up my num’, n+gga, like “who is this?”
[verse 2: wildkarduno]
what the f+ck?
who that is at my door, n+gga?
glock 19 make ’em hit the floor, n+gga
havin’ that sh+t, b+tch, you better know, n+gga
call gielaa, he pop out wit’ the llama
you a b+tch, but you don’t want no drama
[?] west like he donda
all black like wakanda
do a n+gga bad just like his mama
[?] like i work for obama
that n+gga got robbed, that’s his karma
and i hit me a l!ck, got some commas
havin’ the tree, like a farmer
and i be wit’ them bs, keke palmer
hit ’em in the head, so he got some trauma
do a+ do a drill, we gon’ slide in a honda

[verse 3: smokingskul & mxlachi]
za busting through the ziploc
real n+gga, no hip+hop
two b+tches, and they lip+lock
indian plug finna get yo’ script docs
broke+ass n+gga get out my inbox
[?] he got chickenpox
that b+tch head gone, she gon’ give me top
b+tch, i’m doin’ [?] that dilemma
recordin’ yo’ ho while she give me face
slidin’ on blocks wit’ a open case
i tell my ho “stay in yo’ place”
if i k!ll a n+gga i don’t leave a trace
this black+ass n+gga better run my dope
pack elsa, man, i can’t let it go
plug got bug eyes like [?]
i’m off the wock, n+gga, movin’ slow



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