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Rxknephew - Hunnid On The Dresser Lyrics

Hunnid on the Dresser Song Lyrics Hunnid on the Dresser by RXKNephew [Intro]
(You're a wizard, Harry)

[Verse]
Yeah, let me roll my Za, baby
Let me pop my sh*t, girl, let me talk my sh*t, baby
Where my Gucci frames? I'm 'bout to throw 'em on, baby
I be putting it on, baby, but this ain't no love song, baby
Glick hit his body, he won't get away
Aunty be happy when she see my face
Trapping at night, and I trap during the day
Singing that sh*t, Aunty say that I'm [?]
Babygirl, I'm high as hell
Babygirl, you ain't getting no Chanel
I might surprise her and do her nails
I f**ked her friend, but I don't kiss and tell
She snuck me drugs in when I was in jail
Got my eyeballs, I don't need a scale
Versace robe, girl, I'm going to Hell
I seen medusa when I walk in
She like, "Neph, let me retwist your dreads"
Zaza bomb [?]
Need a b**ch with that iCarly head
Need a white b**ch with that Barbie bread
Girl, I'm Travis Scott with that white family
Give the connect to get a Grammy
Bought her Louis panties, throw out them grannys
I feel like Sosa, you understand me?
I drop my price, fiends start a stampede
Double back with the sequel movie like Creed
What's that on the grill? A tomahawk
Roasted garlic asparagus
Yellowtail amberjack
A red snapper with some sardines
Or some lyonnaise potatoes
Parmesan roasted seared mushrooms
Baked mac n cheese and seafood
Top that off with a shot of Henny
Outfit look like fried calamari
Look like butterscotch truffle cake
I told my b**ch go to [?]
Girl, I'm bubblegum shrimp too
You Aunt Jemima, we can get married
You Little Debbie, we can get married
You like [?], we can get married
Culinary [?], we can get married
Me and babygirl having a cook-off
I'm backing up while she cook the raw
Broke my wrist, Medicaid done cut me off
Whip my wrist so much it fell off
Now the trap look like The Addams Family
Ain't nothing running 'round but my wrist
Who that at the door? I sent my wrist
Hunnid trappers on some creepy sh*t
Producer, please don't leak my sh*t
I'll shut your sh*t down like LimeWire
I'll shut your sh*t down like SoundClick
You washed up like DatPiff
All the opps still dropping on DatPiff
Guess what, that sh*t is not piff
That's basement haze, not cat p**s
That's a bunch of blam, it's a catfish
All my b**ches got a text app
All you law enforcement better text app
If they go around and don't text back
Restart your phone and make a new app
Dresser, girl, I left a hunnid on the dresser
Just to show that girl I was successful
And I love to blast stuff
Girl, this rich nigga sh*t
b**ch, rich nigga sh*t
b**ch, rich nigga sh*t
Huh, f**k that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
b**ch, won't you come and suck a rich nigga dick?

[Outro]
Mwah, mwah
Huh? Huh? Yeah
They ain't think this sh*t would happen, nigga
We got Harry Fraud, nigga, huh?
sh*t, b**ch, rich nigga sh*t, hah, hah