letra de im da man - rxknephew
got the beam on the glock, i ain’t missing sh-t
baby mama beg for child support, b-tch can eat d-ck
girl don’t wear amiri, bum b-tch, you can’t afford this sh-t
pulled up in some foreign sh-t
lil’ b-tch can’t afford this sh-t
opps on my d-ck, they ain’t did sh-t, they ain’t pop out
i check my mailbox, glock out, b-tch i’ll pop out
they said i can’t come back to the city, sh-t, they bump they head
i’ll slide through goodman & garson, fifty-thousand in my hand
my momma out the hood, they said nephew he might go fast
f-ck rap, i’ll catch a body and go and cut my dreads
i’ll send my grandma money on her birthday to see her smile again
they see me drunk driving in that f-cker and he wilin’ again
my b-tch give me head when i ask, i swear to god i love her
bougie n-gga, baby, i’m tryna f-ck you on some gucci covers
i get up turn my swag on, ain’t got sh-t to do with soulja boy
cash money b-tch, i feel like some magnolia boy
i feel like bg when he got let out
fresh home and ran the bag up, the opps still stressed out
b-tch, nephew now, he ain’t gotta say i’m next out
high-five, call the paramedics, the opps is stretched out
i don’t drink no lean, n-gga
my auntie was a fiend, n-gga
granddaddy died from aids and my grandma was a queen, n-gga
my daddy sold poles and i ain’t still get to know the n-gga
wish i could facetime him, new .40, i’m tryna show the n-gga
100 flights in 56 weeks, i had a good year
he went there and went there
and stayed there and went there
they said, what, he can’t go there but he went there
b-tch this ain’t canadian goose or guess jacket, it’s moncler
i spent ten-thousand in a week
life i’m living, sh-t ain’t cheap
i hustle cause i gotta eat
i got some sh-t i gotta speak
it’s hard for me to f-cking sleep
i’m having nightmares in my dream
i wake up to my glock and check the window just to peep the scene
i keep on staring at the camera
wifey think i’m paranoid
crack sells like mondo burger
auntie think it’s steroids
beam on that b-tch, i get to pointing it like a polaroid
earing in my ear, that sh-t bigger than a keloid
my b-tch booty big as h-ll
i love her with them shorts on
i’m bout to get that range but i was thinking bout getting my porsche on
every week i’m balling
every month i’m balling
every year i’m balling
i’m mr. still balling
i had to change my number
them thirsty hoes calling
gucci sweater on, i’m getting missing like i’m waldo
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