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rx papi - blake money lyrics

h+ll nah i ain’t gone give you no gun
strapped up, i ain’t goin for nun’
n+gga we ride with 100 in the drum
n+gga i can do this sh+t by myself
i can cook the cocaine, n+gga, i don’t need help
strapped the f+ck up, i ain’t talkin bout a seatbelt
hit em with the dirt, pop+pop, wa+watch em melt
b+tch ass n+gga be talking like you with it
n+gga you know that’s cap
i feel like blake money, lil n+gga, speak all facts
i beat a n+gga head in with a ‘ball bat
i f+cked that b+tch one time then called back
i hit that hoe on the couch and the mat
f+cked her in the trap on the stove by the bag
young n+gga, i fell in love with the racks
ran this sh+t up n+gga, all the way up to the ceiling
i ain’t got no education, i’m good with drug dealing
don’t give a f+ck bout none of these n+ggas
30 on me, i shoot an innocent civilian
young n+gga, i was trappin out for real
i get the cocaine off and the pills
i could serve yo ass a perc or a xan
i pull out the 30, rob you and yo man
n+gga we strapped the f+ck out like pakistan
everybody got a t+shirt like taliban
don’t play with me n+gga, get yo ass shot
n+gga i’m cookin, n+gga i done f+cked up the last pot
n+gga i’ll rob you, n+gga i got him for his last block
p+ssy ass n+gga
you know they were owing me
i got a 40 on me, this ain’t o.e
n+gga don’t run up on me, i’m blowing
everybody know bout papi, i’m toting
n+gga that choppa leave you with a slow leak
gotta watch that n+gga, gotta play me in closed league
can’t let no n+gga control me
h+ll nah n+gga, ain’t no folding
i gotta stay solid when i’m in that cage
you a broke ass n+gga making minimum wage
don’t play with me b+tch, you get shot in yo face
wanna be a star, bullets put you on the front page
n+ggas be acting like they with this sh+t
i don’t like that n+gga, i might light that n+gga
they think i’m a lil hypocrite
honestly i don’t give a sh+t
i got my young n+gga stickin sh+t
nephew in the kitchen whippin sh+t
n+gga i’m cookin up, quit this sh+t
if this sh+t go broke, then that 40 gon come through and fix this sh+t
n+ggas be actin like they really with it
n+gga be chargin me, that broke boy gotta quit it
lil n+gga we did it, these n+ggas be snitchin
that sh+t so sickening, n+gga i’m working my wrist in that kitchen
lightning fast, strike em, blast
n+gga i gotta get to the money, n+gga i just need me a bag
got a b+tch who gone run it up
girl, baby+daddy dead broke, tell em come get a double up
30 on me, i am not with the knuckle up
2 cells, 2 stories, i got them grams
f+ck do i look like poppin a xan?
my auntie pat used to dig out the garbage can
pulled up to prom in a stolen caravan
f+cked up 31 grams, had to rob some
looking for a plug ot, that’s job hunt
dirty ass 4th street n+gga, never had nun
hoe, tu quoque, love no thotty
i’m uppin the gl!ck if i feel it’s a problem
i speak how i feel, i got that from my mama
i’m slangin the cut and then serving narcotics
grandma, she told me to stay out them streets
4 hour drive, gettin em thangs for cheap
pop yo location, i don’t wanna meet
huh? i met the plug, came back with the overload
sh+t gettin critical, junkie just overdosed
well respected in the hood, had to make a way
beat a n+gga with the glock till (?)
fentanyl in the trap, it could still (?)
these n+ggas lie in they raps, they fabricate
young n+gga down bad, livin the savage way
she want a cut, but i’m stuck in the trap today
young n+gga came up from robbin the pizza man
ain’t know my daddy and still don’t want meet the man
call up drugrxch papi he come and beat the pan
fly right on you with that 30 like peter pan, d+mn
tony hawk grind, that’s how we work
don’t talk to me less i speak first
i been robbin n+ggas since way back
n+ggas still wearing “stop snitching” t+shirts
n+gga i’ll put yo ass on a t+shirt

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