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rx papi - boosieboo lyrics

[intro: rx papi]
they see me on the street, they don’t know where to look
lookin’ at my neck, my wrist, my pocket
they don’t know

[verse: rx papi]
speedbump curt, i got a bankroll
i walk in the bank when the bank closed
cook a thirty+one with a blindfold
crack a dutch with my eyes closed
pull up, meet me at the corner store
twenty thousand stuffed in my girbauds
speedbump curt, yeah, there he go
i’m in this b+tch eating blue doritos, yeah, that’s me
scratch off in that coupe, doing high speeds
sip the wock’, we get high as jesus
my neck, wrist and ears and my fingers freezing
he say he sell dope, but i don’t believe him
i drive this four+oh like it’s a demon
curt mcgirt, hop out, the whip the cleanest
i can tell by my auntie’s face, she really need it
neighbors used to call me a lil’ dirty heathen
i’m in the trap counting up for five hours a day
three more to go, couldn’t even shower today
lil’ cuz called me, said he got a play
n+ggas from out of town want a half a brick of yay’
i’m ice cube in the pot, n+gga, yeah, yeah
compress that b+tch, wrap it with duct tape
i wish i’d be able to see that n+gga’s face
when he tryna chop drywall on the plate
they like, “godd+mn, curt, you did it again”
came through in an audi, sh+tted again
saw him and his friends, shot at him and his friends
bent the block and hit it again
i drink wockeisha, not juice and gin
5.56 hittin’ your chin
jet li glock, this b+tch got kick
that ho ain’t duck, that b+tch got hit
jump out broad day, we don’t miss
i throw a bullet better than michael vick
i’m riding for my dog like michael vick
go to jail ’bout my dog like michael vick
i scramble in the pocket like michael vick
could run fast as sh+t like michael vick
my arm strong as f+ck like michael vick
i look in the mirror and say, “curt, you the sh+t”
two big speedbumps by my d+ck
i woke up like, “what i’m ’bout to buy my b+tch?”
i ain’t finna buy her no prada sh+t
even though i be proud of a lot of sh+t
she be getting in her feelings when i’m popping sh+t
walk in givenchy, just buying sh+t
when i’m in the trap, i feel like demetrius
gl!ck on my hip all day and i sleep with it
i watch how i move, i’m always discrete with it
if you owe me money, you’re better off keeping it
your mama gon’ need it to bury you with
shooting up whatever cemetery you’re in
we throwing bullets like hail marys and sh+t
hit your casket and whoever carrying the sh+t
everybody got a mask, jim carrey and sh+t
i shot his ass twice ‘fore they buried the n+gga
i think i’m boosie boo with all hundreds
pop my sh+t, told the cameraman keep it running
if you find a fifty in these hundreds
i’ll give five thousand to a junkie

[outro: boosie badazz]
now we still getting money, n+gga
but this time, if you find a fifty in here, i’m p+ssy
check this out, n+gga
this time, this… this pocket change to me, n+gga
you better ask them ’bout it
we gon’ fl!ck ’em, we gon’ fl!ck ’em ’til they stop, so hold the camera
we gon’ fl!ck them motherf+ckers ’til they stop, hold on
we getting money, i hope you got five minutes on that camera, thug
’cause we getting money
you best believe that we getting money, n+gga
you best believe that
you better tell ’em, mama
mama, you better tell ’em how i’m rockin’, mom
mama, you better tell ’em how i’m rockin’
if you find a fifty in here, i’m p+ssy
if you find a fifty in this motherf+cker, i’m p+ssy
i wipe my ass with this, n+gga
my f+cking hand getting tired, man, sh+t
this my mansions at night, i be swimming in a pool of hundreds, n+gga
hahaha
we swimming in a pool of hundreds, n+gga, this sh+t…
get in there
i got my jacob on
we paid twenty g’s for it
i got the jacob on
got the necklace on, the boosie badazz necklace
you know, i be swimming in a pool of hundreds
where my lil’ n+gga at? (he right here)
hold on, we gotta wait for tootie, tootie badazz (tootie, come here)
boy, tootie, they got two of me

- rx papi lyrics

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