R C X D lyrics

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Yori


[Intro]

You on that b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t (b*tch sh*t)
b*tch sh*t, n*gga, b*tch sh*t, You on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t

[Verse 1]

b*tches getting angry, n*ggas getting jealous
n*ggas fighting at my shows, hoes arguing in my comments
Money, baby yoyo, I’m a star, sh*tting on em
Getting to the money like a boss, where my office
I ain’t got one hoe tryna tell me bout my confidence
Pulled up to the spot, tie me off like a [?]
Slide up to the top, look me in the eyes honey
I can’t feel my legs, b*tch, I can’t feel my arms
Guap got me walking with a limp
Squad beating on they chest, they lookin like chimps
I got Modern Warfare aim, n*gga dip, fore I blip
Send 30 million shots from the clip
Some of these rappers said they hate me holy sh*t
They say they hate me but I don’t ever see them b*tches
Rest in peace Fred, boy I know he waiting on me
But I got bands I plan on bringing up to him
[Chorus]

That b*tch gon bop bop, bop bop bop
That b*tch gon give me neck till my heart, it drop
Cash money coupe, Bentley coupe with a thot
That hoe gon give me neck like she dracula
That b*tch gon bop bop, bop bop bop
That b*tch gon give me neck till my heart, it drop
Cash money coupe, bentley coupe with a thot
That hoe gon give me neck like she dracula

[Verse 2]

Don’t make me mop sh*t, fade him like he mop sh*t
Say she next, she grab my di*k with some chopsticks
f*ck the opps, I might pull up on your mom b*tch
n*gga neck turning red, like what’s wrong b*tch
Don’t get you gone b*tch, I’m having fun
She tied a knot with the stem around her tongue
I can’t move like these n*ggas that sh*t dumb
Yoyo surfin to the money like what’s up
He be fronting on me, he ain’t from the mud
He ain’t ran a single fade in like a month
Said he got beef with me, yea he got a bunch
I’ma eat his hoe for motherf*cking lunch
I’m so picky with my beats, silk touch
I’m so trash, man my beats, they my crutch
n*ggas mad, mad at me, got a grudge
Got my [?] aim it at your stomach
[Outro]

You on that b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t (b*tch sh*t)
b*tch sh*t, n*gga, b*tch sh*t, You on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
You on that b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t (b*tch sh*t)
b*tch sh*t, n*gga, b*tch sh*t, You on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
You on that b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t (b*tch sh*t)
b*tch sh*t, n*gga, b*tch sh*t, You on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
You on that b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t (b*tch sh*t)
b*tch sh*t, n*gga, b*tch sh*t, You on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, n*gga b*tch sh*t, you on that b*tch sh*t
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