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letra de no handouts (tid2) - rxknephew

[intro]
my n-gga brainstorm did this beat!
uh huh, yeah
phew, yeah
rex! rex!

[verse]
ain’t no handouts, i’m my own boss
i don’t like talkin’ on the phone call
with your hand out, what’s wrong with him? (brainstorm went crazy on the beat!)
i be on the flight, airplane mode
my b-tch with me, that’s my top shooter
jump out the rental, do somethin’ to him
dealing with the pain and anxiety
unc said “neph, you a prodigy”
i’m still that dirty n-gga from the hood
shoot a n-gga in his face like i’m hood
you broke as h-ll, frustrated
your whole outfit outdated
i’ll leave you missin’ in malaysia
n-gga mad his raps don’t work
i’ll wave the wrist, leave his feelings hurt
i bet both my wrists gon’ work
n-gga, we trapped out stolеn cars
hand to hand, we ain’t do fraud
watch your mouth ‘fore we knock it off
i kickеd her out when she topped me off
glock to yo throat, pause
glock on yo ass like drawers
glock on your head, new era
i’ll drive a ford like a panamera
my b-tch said she don’t sell p-ssy
i’m like “girl, who you tellin’ that to?”
i’m like “girl, grandma ain’t raise no fool”
i’ll pay the bills and pay for the food
last b-tch don’t like the new b-tch
her new man, he don’t do sh-t
kids like “d-mn, neph got a cool whip”
pull up, i8 with two wrists
your baby daddy in debt
i’ll have him answerin’ the door for a check
my b-tch know i’m drunk, still wan’ f-ck
two tone rollie, lemme hold it up
shut the f-ck up, you f-ck up my thoughts
b-tch, you know how much sh-t i bought?
get a n-gga k!lled for the top
i’m fresh as h-ll and that’s my fault
[verse 2]
brainstorm went crazy on the beat!
uh huh
b-tch, i’m ballin’, ho
i ain’t callin’ sh-t, i might call auntie, unc, or call the stove
book that b-tch a spare flight, i’m still been ballin’, ho
i ain’t even gotta be in my hometown, i’m still throwin’ down 4s
all my opps can suck a d-ck, pull up to my show
i’ll get a n-gga k!lled, i’ll turn to jim jones
i don’t want no pretty b-tch, i don’t want no s-d-stic b-tch
i need a ratchet b-tch, a hood b-tch, grimy b-tch
my girlfriend like robbin’ n-ggas, that’s the kind i like (yeah)
my girlfriend gon’ help me bag up, that’s the kind i like
my girlfriend do what the f-ck i say ’cause that’s the kind i like
n-gga, get the f-ck up out my face, this glock the kind i like
my n-gga brainstorm did this beat!

- rxknephew

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