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rx papi – 21b2159 lyrics

[intro]
on god
you could, n+gga you could think i’m drunk all you want n+gga
yeah i’m drunk on revenge, n+gga
that’s what i’m drunk off
i’m drunk off revenge n+gga
i’m coming for everything that’s mine n+gga
everything n+gga, on god

[verse]
i want it all mothaf+cka
i don’t know how to hoop but i wanna ball mothaf+cka
if them crackers come for me, i’m standing tall mothaf+cka
i’ll die for my n+ggas, and ima stand for what i believe in
i don’t give a f+ck about a label, or the money that they got
i put a slab on a slab and pulled a hunnit out the pot
i’m a real street n+gga, who gon’ tell me that i’m not?
n+gga i’ll break yo f+cking jaw, on the spot, you could die
on the block i’m a bully, you can’t eat if you a p+ssy
we shot n+ggas over looking, don’t trust papi ’cause he crooked
i had a slab in central booking, i guess the crackеrs overlooked it
it was soft, i couldn’t cook it, he had it on him ’till i took it
(n+gga, what thе f+ck you wanna do)
if it’s ever me and you, it’s always ‘gon be me over you
(can’t give no n+gga the upper hand)
you get caught stealing, cut off your hand
(b+tch i’m the boss, i walk the land)
i’m not worried ’bout prison
(got flash backs and bad visions)
commissary always loaded, slice a n+gga for the phone
war with the compound, best deuce, i’ll shut this b+tch down
visit floor i’m always fly, get back i’m smoking with the guys
ain’t no way i’m being quiet, b+tch i got murder on my mind
i got a razor in my mouth, another razor by my nuts
i don’t give a f+ck if you think you tough
play tough if you want, i’ll f+ck you up
i’m sending money to my b+tch, i bought a foreign for my b+tch
i’m down to war for this sh+t, i’ll extort you for your sh+t
tell your b+tch to send that money, i’m in your cube when you sleep
they say papi like the reaper, b+tch i’m as cruel as can be
i got woo on my body, and a tool on my body
i don’t care how you move, just what you do with your body
i’m the teflon don, b+tch i move like i’m gotti
think i’m dolo in the car? i got the tool right beside me
you a tough n+gga, we’ll put a few through your body
seen his guts hit the curb when they flew through his body
{outro}
(i got my n+gga twist in the building)
(we get straight f+cking cash!)
(we get straight, f+cking, cash!)
(’cause we sanction 8+23 sanction, n+gga)
(we get straight, cash!)

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