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rx papi - canada dry lyrics

[intro]
(oh, five star chrome)
huh, huh ,huh, yeah

[verse]
my daddy was the dope man all i know is get some money
s600 i bounce out trim know how the f+ck i’m coming my mama out the hood the guys good that’s all i ever wanted
i used to rock dirty ass jeans in the crib with junkies pretty ass glock on my waist in case sh+t get ugly
off the top rope to the bowl b+tch i’m spike dudley
on my waistline i got the pole i wish you might touch me
i can fight good as sh+t but i like to let my glock fight for me
i’m that mother f+cking n+gga b+tch and i feel like that rightfully
she said “papi pop that sh+t everyday” b+tch i got the right to be
i’m the type n+gga pop my sh+t on the beat and i don’t even like the beat
i’m your favorite rapper favorite rapper and that n+gga ain’t nice as me
sit your five dollar ass down who gave you the right to speak?
i’m a mother f+ckin’ dealer you and your feelings trying to type to me
if it’s on i’m trying to bump you type n+gga that’s trying to type the beef
he used to be the man until them n+ggas and spike this weed
b+tch i’m from the bottom of the bottom it ain’t sh+t i ain’t seen
b+tch i turned nothing into something they mad that it’s me
i’ve been in this sh+t since a baby you just had to see it
[?] my mom crazy everyday she like [?]
cuz’ work that f+cking arp like he a navy seal
they gave bro pills cause he crazy but i think the n+gga crazy still
they think it’s different cause i got some money b+tch i’m shady still
baby mama hate me but that b+tch a have my baby still
had a gun when you seen him right? that n+gga don’t play for real
on a bad day that n+gga might shoot you in your face for real
i blew through empire money i’m still having paper still
me i could decline you the type that need to need the deal
i pull up porsche or beamer b+tch who the f+ck want to race the wheel
them n+ggas wanted beef well b+tch i’m about to up the stakes for real
bro a bounce and go ape a n+gga face get pilled talking to himself that n+gga say “he see faces still”
where i come from tell you “that sh+t ain’t safe for real”
b+tch i got shot i got out i went to play the field
i ain’t ovo but my hood know i know drake for real
way from down the street you hear a beat on this b+tch for real
serving eggs i just dropped the six in my ginger ale
[?] know i’m with the sh+ts she tell me “baby gave them h+ll”
on the men before i switch they can have me life in jail
pulled a bentley out the pot don’t give a f+ck about a record deal
them bum ass n+ggas them n+ggas signing them n+ggas need to pay for real
i’m super stiff on a b+tch she can’t get a break for real b+tch keep starting at my mouth i got laser grill
drake get to saying all kind of sh+t this b+tch like laser dumb
it’s water in my mouth b+tch said “she wanna take a swim”
i’ve been balling since i came in b+tch i made the jump going off the roof when i shoot b+tch i’m above the rim
said “i was done with this sh+t” right back in the club again
back out bankroll i don’t know i mean dubs get spend f+cking bad hoes then go home and say “i love my b+tch”
i hit the bathroom i got right then make her suck my d+ck
if she get fed up want to leave bye i don’t give two sh+ts
the carties got prescriptions if she tripping b+tch i don’t see sh+t
you know how many times in my life i heard “i won’t be sh+t”
ha, ha, ha stupid b+tch that’s why i turned out rich
you get out the bed ain’t brush your t++th you already on my d+ck
it’s all in your head n+gga you can’t f+ck with me for sh+t n+gga can’t walk in my shoes cause the shoes don’t fit
i feel like mc hammer had the ball i’m too legit to quit
if you don’t want to see me ball then close your eyes or slit your wrist

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