rx hect – what kinda lyrics

rx hect – what kinda lyrics

300, 300, 300

pack touch down, boutta open up runt
pourin up 4, now i’m on like a pint
h+llcat pullin’, n+gga still get crunk
skrrr
pack touch down, boutta open up runt
pourin up 4, down one like a pint
h+llcat pullin, n+gga still gettin crunk
knock a n+gga off, go to jail, play tough
i was a lil boy, used to wanna f+ck a junkie
lotta b+tches old enough to be a n+gga auntie
real big dog but i still act ugly
in halloween, get a b+tch named pumpkin

in halloween, get a b+tch named punky
what kinda n+gga call a money counter countin
what kinda n+gga slang dope on a bench
what kinda n+gga talk back to a granny
what kinda n+gga b+tch blacker than yandies
what kinda fool spent 50 on chains
what kinda fool won’t buss up the plain
what kinda fool takes drugs for pain
what kinda fool od out the game
what kinda b+tch suck d+ck for a lame
what kinda b+tch let a n+gga do a train
what kinda hoe p+ssy jus like the rain
what kind the digit the chain out your man
what kinda brother gon shoot for the guy
what kinda brother got death in his еye
what kinda brother ain’t cuffin no sl+ts
what kinda brother that you hold ovеr us?
what kinda jewellery don’t hit in the dark
what kinda jewellery don’t cost a lil ten
what kinda jewellery don’t come out the mall
what kinda jewellery ain’t touchin my skin
what kinda momma let us slang out the house
what kinda momma got straps in the couch
what kinda momma got ice on her neck
what kinda momma throwin on the rx
what kinda jailbird get out and get it
what kinda jailbird run up a ticket
what kinda jailbird f+ck up the city
what kinda jailbird walk in a mirror
what kinda hoe let you f+ck on her period
what kinda hoe don’t be with a chin
what kinda hoe ain’t got no insurance
what kinda hoe still boost outta lennox
hoe gonna hoe and fendi her teddy
what kinda hoe bust down at the dentist
what kinda hoe let out een tho win it
what kinda n+gga sell swag for gas
what kinda car got 200 on dash
what kinda n+gga always comin in last
stupid ass boy
pack touch down, boutta open up runt
pourin up 4, down one like a pint
h+llcat pullin’, n+gga still get crunk
knock a n+gga off, go jail, play tough
i was a lil boy, used to wanna f+ck a junkie
lotta b+tches old enough to be a n+gga auntie
real big dog but i still act ugly
in halloween, get a b+tch named pumpkin

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