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letra de icarly cell - rxknephew

[verse 1]
yeah
uh
that cocaine, i beat it up
i tell they ass one time, they eatin’ it up (munch, munch, munch)
we walkin’ around with demons, they really sleep with us
them n-ggas ain’t like us, they runnin’ round tryna please us (yuh)
i mean that sh-t, this ain’t no act
take yo shoes off, this ain’t no regular trap (lil n-gga)
b-tch, we got wall-to-wall carpets in this trap (b-tch)
b-tch, you talkin’ to slitherman, not cactus jack (b-tch)
i’m on a triple-bean, baby, this ain’t no flat
i’m on the road, we workin’ ps, baby girl, i’ll be back
i’m not boutta talk to no police, baby, uh uh, not that
the only time i lie is when i say imma call you back…
and i forgot…

[pre-chorus]
yeah
i ain’t gon’ treat you like no thot (like no thot)
plug get his ass stained tryna treat n-ggas likе a thot (yeah)
go on ahead with that sh-t, take it around thе block
tell that sh-t to [?], we don’t wanna hear that sh-t

[chorus]
this beat hard, it don’t really need no hook on this
unc like “d-mn, this work good, you threw a hook on this?”
this b-tch got a switch on it, i can’t get booked with this
homie tried giving me the pole, i can’t juug with this
i need that pocket-rocket
i need that sh-t “mmmmmm”, like a kawasaki
i need that sh-t i got that they don’t know it’s on my body
do a n-gga in right now, let a n-gga try me
boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
n-gga, i put that on my f-cking mommy
[verse 2]
yeah
they say i need to chill out
i put them beans in my body and it kick them feelings out
i feel like i don’t love no more
i know that’s not how it’s supposed to go
you give them less, you owe ’em more (boom!)
that’s how the story goes
they say that i got options, but imma still choose [?]
somebody tell ’em i ain’t stoppin’
i’m boutta go, i got my shoes on
up till about 2 or sum
up cookin’ that glue or sum
i invested every dollar so you know i can’t lose nun
i cannot afford the l
i f-ck with unc, he know me well
he know if nephew take an l, i might go back to jail
“neph, you got that thirty with ya?”, h-ll yeah
“neph, you got your scale with ya?, h-ll yeah
“that’s your b-tch right there, she holdin’ it down?”, i ain’t sure
they like “neph, you boutta rob your plug?”, i ain’t sure
they like “who be askin’ them questions?”, them the voices in my head
they like “what that glock gon’ do?”, turn his ass to lieutenant dead

[outro]
b-tch, i’m in the kitchen whippin’ up that “icarly sam”
up that puny, go “phew, phew, phew”, make his whole hood scram
i’m off this backwood, i’ll take a grilled cheese n ham
it’s almost guaranteed that this ting won’t jam
they want me eatin’ tuna out the can
till this mothaf-ckin’ fire give his black-ass a tan

- rxknephew

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