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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
DJ Rude One
DJ Rude One
Künstler:in
RXKNephew
RXKNephew
Künstler:in
Christopher Kevon Williams
Christopher Kevon Williams
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rick Feltes
Rick Feltes
Songwriter:in
Christopher Kevon Williams
Christopher Kevon Williams
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Rude One
DJ Rude One
Produzent:in
Aidan Sigel-Bruse
Aidan Sigel-Bruse
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

Yeah
Fuck your set ****
Fuck your gang ****
Yeah
Fuck your hood ****
Fuck your set ****
Fuck your hood boy
Broke as shit boy, pocket look like akeyloid
I jump out punch you out feel like I'm pee Roy
You run around getting underpaid with three boys
Fuck your set **** ****
I'm a whole black air force
You a black and mild ****, **** on this bitch porch
Smoking the wine black she told him
Take His shoes off smoke outside, cause He kid trapped
I should fire you **** on my taxes
Fuck your set you ain't in my bracket
Hollow point turned o.g into Aladdin
You owe deuce, deuce bullet head ass ****
You owe built like fif of henny
**** how you 50 with a 12
Your boy chest
You ain't taking things
And you ain't going to barbershop for one
Shut up, you know your bitch told you come on and clean up
Shut up, **** you the one cooking on Thanksgiving for the fam
Shut up, **** I went draws
You won't won pigs
Fuck your set
I'm getting heated when it's cold out
Cocaine so goddamn strong, blowing the nose out
It's absolutely probably no reason
But I got the pull out
I'm mister nephew r.s.k beat the bowl out
Shut up
Your bitch broke, she running around with her throw out
Shut up, I had my bitch pull up, and beat your bitch up
My bitch ain't turning down no fades
Glock scream louder than d.j holiday
I really miss the Thanksgiving, on every holiday
I'm not about to get on the beat, and rap like Conway
Yeah
And I ain't standing in no club drinking no bombay
I don't want tequila or no hosay
I sold more dope than vast questions
And then dancing rodrigas
You can call me nephew Escobar
I done did so many hand to hands
My damn hand gone fall off
I dip into my pocket, rip that rubber band off
12 outside you know we having a standoff
I'm the one that take that trip put the man's on
Bitch
I've been trapping since Blackberry and Samsungs
Bitch I hug the block harder than Cameron
She talking bout a plan b she got the plan wrong
Call me mister, get it for the low, and get them gone
I'm high as hell
This top chef got me like hi on
****, fuck your set
Look a grown man in his eye, and tell him fuck your set
(Fuck your set), do you hear me? fuck your set
I beat you the fuck up **** fuck your set
Slap shit out you with a glock ****, fuck your set
Fuck your set, fuck your set, and fuck your set
Written by: Christopher Kevon Williams, Rick Feltes
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