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The Roundtable Song Lyrics The Roundtable by RXKNephew [Intro: RXKNephew]
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(You're a wizard, Harry)
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[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
I've been grinding for a long minute
Every time I touched that fork, I put my heart in it
b**ch like, "Get off the Henny, you got that dog in you"
I ain't even wanna f**k her, I ain't interested
I wake up thinking 'bout my money, they say it's a blessing
I got a Glock with a .30, ten thousand on the dresser
I drink my Henny with my food and with my breakfast
I ain't laying down with you girl, watching Netflix
She wanna go bowling, sh*t, that's my first time
She wanna hit a haunted house, sh*t, this my first time
Street nigga, came up off dubs and dimes
Number one time hustler you'll never find

[Verse 2: Teds Budz]
Uh, b**ch wanted me to f**k, but I ain't interested
Ayy, Thizzle gotta feed the family, can't be getting arrested
Ayy, I could never let a woman get the best of me
Straight drop in the pop, b**ch, it's getting messy
Ayy, Mr. Known to Keep a Box, like I'm Messi though
Ayy, Mr. Known to Keep a Glock in his dresser drawer
Boy, you's a b**ch, why you out here acting messy though?
Boy, if I spit it to your b**ch, I bet she'd let me f**k
Ayy, Thizzle riding in that Tahoe, not a Tesla truck
Boy, he ain't ever whipped a pot, so why he flexing for?
Ayy, baby all up in her feels when I hit the road
Ayy, Thizzle man get skrilled like he cracked the code

[Verse 3: RXKNephew]
They like, "Neph, when you and Thizzle dropping an album?"
A few hunnid thousand, and I ain't go to college
How the f**k he made an M? 'Cause that's him
Tupac Shakur [?] yeah, that's him
I feel like I died, came back alive again
Go 'head pick a side, nigga, who you riding with?
Where the f**k you from? Nigga, who you dying with?
She ain't really love me, she just want to try the dick
Time is money, girl, I can't get that time back
Bust a nut where I'm busting rubber bands off these racks
I book a flight out the blue, she like, "When you coming back?"
The first set of couple days I don't wanna hear none of that
I'll book you a Uber and book you a Uber back
I'll pay a b**ch to get out my face
I got nails did and told her, "Get out"
We at the roundtable, she had to sit out

[Verse 4: Teds Budz]
Uh, I'll walk a nigga down like I'm Artest
Ayy, Glock lay a nigga down like Jerome Bettis
sh*t, the the low touch down, won't do no texting
sh*t, on the real, I made a mil' f**king with my Mexicans
Thizzle Man feel like Tommy Bond, I'm sitting in that Lexus
sh*t, everywhere this nigga go he got the Glock next to him
Ayy, baby, can you hit the road? I ain't tryna be sexual
b**ch, you can go do what you want, I ain't even gon' question you
Ayy, niggas asking where the f**king tape at
sh*t, I just wrapped a hunnid pack, where the tape at?
Ayy, lil' b**ch wanna f**k, then just say that
Uh, Thizzle Man always going where the cake at, nigga