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rx papi - bacc against the wall pt.2 lyrics

(intro)
on god
yeah
frr
huh

(verse)
on god i’m the boss of this sh+t n+gga a flying saucers little n+gga n0body taught you sh+t little n+gga throw it in pot caught the sh+t little n+gga you don’t nothing about that grid i got more dog then mike vick little n+gga i wish i might quit i ain’t never work no night shift fifty bowels out the door that’s my sh+t fifty grams of dog sold i’m too lit she just brought a bundle she back again big body beep beep when i’m backing in i heard he fumbled the pack again i heard he back on his back again y’all better stop with that capping sh+t i drop the bag and get you but they gone use my lyrics against a n+gga they say i’m putting hits on n+ggas long live them boys i miss them n+ggas imma keep dropping until we get them n+ggas n+ggas not safe in other state bet them six deuces f+ck up ya face 556s f+ck up the car i’m really that f+cking boy i roll a wood think about bk in a bad mood i’ll get a n+gga k!lled today my momma say (?) all i know is i got my tool on me got sh+t going on in my head see dead bodies when i lay in bed when i’m in that mode i’m big belly fred put a million dollars get them n+ggas dead i got out the car on my doly i rap but i still got it on me them n+ggas playing both sides i catch them both they both die don’t think i’m with this rapping sh+t at all
cause i’m still packaging the dog i still stuff crack inside my drawls this me my bacc against the wall this chopper bite like it’s a dog bet not tell them people what you saw with the whole city i’ll go to war about my mother f+cking dog i got death on my mind i got murder on my brain the cost of life super cheap i’ll get you murder for a chain if you say it you better do it i make yellow tape music he brought that glock 4 months ago that n+gga still ain’t gone shoot it i was in a show across the state they tie my name up in a shooting i’m on the stage with the chop b+tch you know how i be moving the city want me dead f+ck it boy they better come with it cause it’s a hundred in the drum look like i stuffed big pun in it p+ssy

(outro)
on god
on god

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