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"Roxanne 3X" is a track by RXKNephew, released 27th June 2021. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro: Rx Papi] Huh Dawg shit records [Verse 1: Rx Papi] Lil nigga ran off with it he ain’t bring no cane back nigga Got money moved out the hood you can’t blame that nigga Put this Glock in your face rearrange that nigga I ain’t the same cat nigga But I’ll still get down on you put this big pound on you This bitch got 30 rounds for you talk that dog shit daily don’t no nigga do it like me nigga Paid twenty thousand fucked your bitch in a pair of white Nikes Nigga the block hot they know my name and they know my face When this Glock in my hand get the fuck up out my way When I was six teen I wasn’t working I was robbing everyday You don’t know shit bout drugs deals you don’t know no slug feel [?] smoke since I was seven unc ass on the drugs still Everybody ‘round my way sold dope nigga It is what it is it’s gon’ go how it’s gon’ go nigga One thing about pap they gon’ say I ain’t no hoe nigga And I’m train to go nigga I’m on go nigga off the rip with it I got a motha fucking Glock it got a stick it in I switch and еmpty the whole clip in less thеn - I switch and empty the whole clip bitch I been trippin’ This bitch still hittin’ my niggas on some bullshit don’t try that shit with us Nigga take yo chain and watch off my niggas stick ya up All my niggas grimy and they Shiesty that’s just how we coming I don’t give a fuck about no record deal I want some money Bitch! They say lil’ cuz need meds that lil’ nigga crazy 12 shot Tom Brady Glock 9 no three eighty Ayy didn’t yo mama ever tell you not to talk to strangers Bitch I seen neph cook up with a wire hanger Bitch my Glock in hand if I feel I’m in danger up this bitch and get to banging Pussy ass niggas know wassup with us it’s thirty in the Glock I can’t knuckle up Lil cuz got the chop out the drop he gon buck some up Crackers give me money I spend the half on dope the other half on guns Fuck my opps they ain’t on nun you a pussy so is yo son Nigga tell me I can’t cook dope ight bitch imma show you One thing I can’t stand is when a nigga talk like he know you Let me know what’s on my face that make me look like I’m approachable Niggas on the internet they talk like they got smoke with you I pull up on my opps and do exactly what I’m supposed to do I was masked up like a fuck but they like “Papi, we still know it’s you” They took the jury when I’m rolling through the Glock same size as 42 [?] do the shit my hoes a do half the city got my dick in they mouth I done shot so many niggas house made ‘em move out They know we inter state babies we gotta find a new route These niggas think they El Chapo they only loved a few ounces Real dope boy my pockets filled up with a few thousands (Yeah, yeah) [Break: RXKNephew] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye! Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse 2: RXKNephew] Ya broke as fuck you better go get you some Opps be sharing guns for Facebook pictures they ain’t hitting nun This Glock I got I do not like to show unless I’m “Boom boom boom” She said that she got shit to do bitch I got shit to do Hit that trap I beat that bowl I pray to my rag like a [?] All the opps be on a nigga dick they ain’t got shit to do I can put ya mans on all our bags got stamps on them Get the fuck from ‘round here nigga Big Neph ain’t putting no stamp on it Ayy this .556 a turn him Forrest Gump crack that look like Ms Puff My lil bitch she a fine one how I know she fuck with me cause lil mama gon’ line her some I’m not the one to play with bitch! Go find you one Every ten bags get tied up that’s a bundle for you Cook it and fold it for you wrap that bitch and in foil for you All my opps flick QP’s and wear mall jewelry dope boy white tee I ain’t gotta go to the mall for it that thirty sound like - chicken head Six, six fah, grrt turn him to crazy leg aye might drop a bag on her she got crazy head I might just change my mind crazy in my head I got that super [?] like I just left the feds I feel like Rokane put this Glock down use my hands That bitch go - bitch I come for the grams that pot go “Skirr” then blow up when I beat the pan They like chill I’m like hell naw do the pot like pap and [?] in the backyard They never leave they yard they backyards again Catch a nigga “Fah!” Like he Shawn and em’ aye! Pat down my [?] i put the Glock on him Hell nah I ain’t a boxer Glock make him freeze up like papa doc and them Walk in that bitch beat the pot like [?] Not going in bitch can’t get the Glock in there You not from around here can’t trap shop 24 hour we one stop shop
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