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letra de man cry wolf - rxknephew

[intro: rxknephew]
ayy, real rx
yuh
ayy

[verse 1: rxknephew]
don’t come ’round here, you don’t want no crack
not a familiar face? then you getting taxed
b-tch, go hit a l!ck, do that
strapped up in the robe like the new bernie mac
junkie, they geeking, they scratching, they itching
boom, dreads everywhere
[?] outside and they won’t leave
big-ass glock knock-knock out yo knees
slitherman, don’t be playing with me
stomp on a b-tch face with two feet
up that gl!ck, crash the f-ck out
siéntate, boom, sit down
gl!ck turn you to ’06 chris brown
[?] fah-fah-bow
backhand slap the plug ’cause he taxing
gl!ck turn him to a kid in a backyard backflipping
look like badass kid jumping off of mattresses
go ahead and say something, i’ma start slapping ’em
glock 17 put him in walls of jericho
[?] look like gordo
knock him out the ozone
fresh white tee, this is not no vlone
boy with me and he not cheddar bob
he look like demolition man with that glock
walk through the forest, come out with a fox
i got anger issues from the block
b-tch p-ssed off from my funky-ass socks
straight drop make ’em dance like they making tiktoks
this backwood the size of ms. puff
[?] in yo apartment
thinking he a demon? my heart get darker
slitherman [?]
knock-knock-knock, who?
j. b., boy, glock, boy, it shoot
they get in the booth, they don’t tell the truth
talk to the lord, that not what i do
stomach bubbling, i’m gonna p–p
slitherman pop out the motherf-cking [?]
break his jaw, have him eating soup
yuh
walk in that b-tch, crash out, crash out
one, two, three, four beans till i pass out
it ain’t no weed, lil’ n-gga, this a crackhouse
donald trump took care of the traphouse
traphouse look like we serve hot soup bowls
glock sound like pap when he scream, “real rx”
all of this talking but n0body die yet
yuh
he mad like that [?] with a baseball bat
boom, ar break his back, .556 to his hat
fresh as a f-ck, back the f-ck up
two tone tuff t’d the f-ck up
two tone tuff walked in too cuffed
two tone, he ain’t never quitting drugs
[verse 2: rx papi]
big-ass gl!ck longer than a bus
walked in, b-tches on my nuts
b-tch better back the f-ck up, b-tch
give me some room, get the f-ck out my face
booted as sh-t, can’t feel my face
kool-aid cartiers on my face
i will backspin kick a b-tch in the face
why you got a money rag on? i ain’t sanction that
stab you in yo face, money rag, taking that
i don’t listen to biggie, i listen to neph
in a h-llcat like the michelin man
drac’ spit like a n-gga from michigan
i got more cartis than a n-gga from michigan
spin a block, don’t miss again
shout-out carlo, that’s my f-cking n-gga
he know i f-ck more hoes than biggie
i don’t wear coogi, i’m not biggie
[?] to auntie a fifty, no biggie
money rag on my f-cking face
put your f-cking mask on, cover your face

- rxknephew

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