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letra de uberman neph - rxknephew

keep on knockin at that door ain’t getting no results
they like “where you hide that batch at?” it was in the vault
do it how i do it, when i did it don’t plan on getting caught
glock 9 read his thoughts, clean it up with germicide
mi casa es tu casa, titi got tell theo come inside
thottie like “take that hat off, nephew come inside”
h-ll nah baby my grandma raised me
free (?) i’m the real trap baby
back-to-back to different states
did a bean (?)
h-ll nah that ain’t corona baby
i got dope for you, not round here i’m a foreigner baby
she wanna slide and go bend couple corners baby
welcome to my trap house here i’m the owner baby
you see that 4.0 outside? that b-tch go sport plus
get the f-ck up out my face, put yo feet in sport plus
talk too much, you runnin’ yo lips tryna catch us with a drug bust
5.56’s hit his neck and watch that – jugular bust
i write my own check, they can’t juggle us
auntie like “neph do yo thang, ooh you cuttin’ up!”
dope, duck, weave, hit em with a hook, jab and uppercut
powerpuff dope that sh-t hit like bubbles and b-ttercup
see yo brain like mojo jojo
drop my price they 2 for $10, no such thing as slo-mo
b-tch this nephew dojo, hollow hit his head like pogo
glock ah knock him out the ozone
bags stuffed like a calzone
step off in that store and watch me get them thous’ gone
backwoods look like stuffed crust
you ain’t put in, shut the f-ck up
i’m drunk, b-tch i’m f-cked up
catch a uppercut – yuh – catch a uppercut
she told me that boring cause i’m always driving
shut the f-ck up b-tch, sh-t you talkin’ getting tiring
b-tch dis here my life, i don’t got plans on retiring
b-tch my crack bags look like the michelin tire man
gon’ head loop me in n-gga tie me in
me and my girlfriend got more guns than t.i.p. and tiny did
yeah, jump up out that audi look like tuff tone (tuff tone)
these hollows in this -ggllitt- ah break all yo bones
you’re not built for this sh-t, take yo ass home
that b-tch ah lift you off yo feet and get yo ass gone
nephew posted in this b-tch like that’s his last (?)
choppa break him up, it ain’t sh-t to put a cast on
b-tch this italian leather, get yo ass off it
b-tch we talking business, this ain’t no ass office
b-tch i need some za don’t want no d-mn coffee
b-tch ain’t talkin’, get out my office
she said “i need to quit” i said she need to quit
cause yeen even that thick – b-tch
i light my cigarette up, she like “don’t smoke in here neph”
b-tch shut the f-ck up, hoe stop causing me stress
not the caboose, the line leader
b-tch this is not pounds of reefer
you bumped yo head, think you a diva?
sport mode plus and leave her

- rxknephew

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