Can’t Talk Right Now

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RXKNephew - Rap, New York Rap

Can’t Talk Right Now

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[Intro] Yeah Yuh Yeah [Verse] I keep having crazy dreams, thinking about how we gon' eat It's another 1500 when I get up out my sleep I'm still throwin' foes down, tell a nigga '93 It's a motherfucker foreign, no '87 or '93 I'm like, bitch, you want me pay for what? You got me fucked up! You know a nigga ride for dis? Nigga ain't lock up I step off in the club, best believe I got my gun tucked I up dis fucker quick as hell, I'm not knucklin' out All the opps keep callin' truce, I don't know what is what Powerpuff girl coke, shit look like buttercup Don't you bring up Neph name, if you ain't spendin' nothin' Still drinkin' on dat Henny shit, I think my kidney gone Grandma said I'm doin' good, I think she know I'm livin' wrong Opps keep talkin' bout they doin' well, I hеar da same song Me and my bitch jump on the road, I know shе ain't gon' fold I like, "Baby put your lashes on and go ahead do dem toes" Baby know I'm from da trench, we sleepin' on da floor Brody head tap some shit, now he can't sleep at all I don't need no big homie, buy me foreign cars Pull off in dat fucker ain't no lease, he got da title for it Bitch said dat dick so good, she tryna fight me for it Brody up dat pole one time and call life for it Auntie call me on da west side, I rode a bike for it Bitch dis a X7 girl, dat's not a light for it [Refrain] We havin' crazy dreams, thinkin' bout how we gon' eat It's another 1500 when I get up out my sleep I'm still throwin' foes down, tell a nigga '93 It's a motherfucker foreign, no '87 or '93 I'm like, bitch you want me pay for what? You got me fucked up! You know a nigga ride for dis, nigga ain't lock up I step off in da club, best believe I got my gun tucked I up dis fucker quick as hell, I'm not knucklin' up [Outro] (inaudible background noise) Yeah! (Sir, they say dat Caesar is going to testify dis for attempted murder) (Get off my dick, dat motherfucka already told 'em about da meeting we had. Just me being associated with dat motherfucka, violates my parole. Dat can put me away for life, sir) (What'cha want to do?) (Y'all the fucking lawyers, y'all tell me)

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  • RXKNephew