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letra de dub 4 u - rxknephew & harry fraud

[intro]
uh-huh (la música de harry fraud)
let me put my [?] on, uh-huh, yeah
we get groovy, i can’t even rap yet
beautiful, feel beautiful
beautiful year, beautiful time
a hard grind, but a beautiful shine
and a beautiful mind
me and my b-tch, we had a beautiful time

[verse 1]
yeah, i walked in, i’m too clean, baby, get off me
just ’cause you beautiful, you can’t be bossy
i love to put in work, girl, i can’t keep talking
i had to buy that audi, girl, i couldn’t keep walking
told her, “when the time right,” ain’t got my mind right
stuck off in the trap, he don’t like the limelight
she got some prеtty t–th and pretty lips
she got some prеtty feet and thick hips
but girl, that don’t mean sh-t
i’m a hustling ass n-gga, you can see it by the fit
walked in like i’m mace, i’m back again
back with the pack, he gon’ tax again
different flavors, he got ’em hating
back waiting, we gon’ thug it out, and stay stationed
it’s getting hot off in this b-tch, aunty fiending
[chorus]
baby, i can’t show no love for you
when i’m pulling up, baby, i got drugs for you
streets cold, aunty like, “it ain’t no love for you”
you see that plate on the table? it’s a dub for you
sh-t, a gangsta need a hug too
i got love for the trap, but uncle, aunty love me too
everybody needed nephew, he gon’ come and clean the room
i done whipped some cake mix, aunty wanna l!ck the spoon

[verse 2]
i done left a few states
got the hood looking like juvie
baby talking like she vegan, she don’t do steak
silver spoon where? girl, i got gold plates
no face, no case, v12, ’bout to race
tell the truth when you looking in my face
i’m back to business, girl, i ain’t ’bout to play
this ain’t no mid grain, this sh-t stank
aunty got the holy ghost, neph keep preaching
sent it like a voicemail, keep leeching
n-gga, get shot, and keep speaking
we don’t believe it, we ain’t seen it, he ain’t even believe us
i’m ’bout to get fresh again
n-gga got some new work, i’m feeling like a new man
n-gga looking for some lows, i’ll charge him two bands
hit that pyrex like i’m bam bam with two hands
[chorus]
baby, i can’t show no love for you
when i’m pulling up, baby, i got drugs for you
streets cold, aunty like, “it ain’t no love for you”
you see that plate on the table? it’s a dub for you
sh-t, a gangsta need a hug too
i got love for the trap, but uncle, aunty love me too
everybody needed nephew, he gon’ come and clean the room
i done whipped some cake mix, aunty wanna l!ck the spoon

[outro]
for real, uh
this that groovy sh-t, this that barbeque music
you know what i’m saying?
[?] f-cking feel like

- rxknephew harry fraud

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