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rx papi - chris an marlo lyrics

[intro: tony soprano]
did you know that? and for what? ’cause he didn’t duke you enough? ’cause he didn’t visit you in the can? when was the last time you visited anybody in the can richie? when was the last time you gave a f+ck about anybody but richie aprile?
well, you remember one thing, this you’d better hear! you want a talk of this old school bullsh+t about the rules? well, here’s a rule you might remember. i’m the motherf+ckin’ f+ckin’ one who calls the shots!

[verse: rxknephew]
say that word is law then don’t be playin’ wit it (playin’ wit it)
if i spеnt that money on it then i’m stayin’ wit it (stayin’ wit it)
them boys got good dеals, don’t be playin’ wit em (playin’ wit em)
if we say them deals around then we ain’t shakin’ wit em (phew phew)
n+ggas broke n angry, sh+t who fault is that? (who fault is that?)
yo momma disappointed wit you, who fault is that? (is that?)
head first with that dog, they ain’t fallin’ back
you knowin’ d+mn well that ain’t za, why you call it that? (call it that?)
jump out that audi, pop that trunk, i can show you sum (show you sum)
loan shark around my way, i might throw you sum (throw you sum)
last time that price drop, i spent bout 40 sum (bout 40 sum)
me n my brother in neiman marcus, spent bout 30 sum (bout 30 sum)
last opp tried to walk down, he seen that 30 pointin’ (that thirtayyyy)
don’t mind that smell that’s in the trap, that’s unc, the foil burnin’ (foil burnin’)
bring that cold water here, b+tch the oil coming (bring it here)
we ain’t gotta sit at the window, b+tch we know they coming (know they coming)
sh+t it’s a long line
flip (huh) that cookie so that b+tch dry on both side (on both side)
20 ps of some (huh) lows’ll get your head hit (mhm)
5 ps of some highs’ll get your daughter kilt (mhm)
a quarter brick of heron’ll get your doe kicked (mhm)
playing wit my brother name’ll get your throat slit (mhm)
(huh, get your throat slit, get your motherf+ckin throat slit)
don’t be playin’ wit it
you ain’t gotta see the glock, you know we came wit it (came wit it)
[verse: rx papi]
me an neph like chris an marlo
pistol in some dirty cargos (what?)
gun you down, jump out the car slow
board you up in abandoned houses (hrr hrr)
play wit my name, you get whacked
quarter pound go on your head (p+ssy)
face shot gang, don’t aim for legs
i flew it here, no ups
turnt myself to a boss (what?)
told my brother, we don’t gotta rob (h+ll na)
n+ggas f+cked up in my hood, they prayin’ to god i give em a job (on god)
they wan sit at the round table
got a coke and got a pound table (what?)
a perc pill and heron table
i’m ballin’, got lebron paper (on god)
i’m swervin’ in an outta lanes
ill k!ll you dead, play wit my name (dawgsh+trecords)
my brother just like chris n snoop
up that glock, i know what you finna do ([?] my name is my name)
racks go back n forth like tennis do
they k!ll you over tennis shoes (on god)
i’m careful in the interview, i know the feds gon’ try n use it (n+gga what?)
on my block i move a unit
watch out you don’t know what you doing (don’t f+ck [around/wit me ?] lil n+gga)
don’t turn a robbery to a shootin’
neph like to get up close n personal (hrr hrr)
shoot him his blood gone squirt on me
he tried to run, boy the nerve of him (p+ssy)
get a gravestone, dig the dirt for him
make sure he dead boy, stand over him (what?)
this the mind of a maniac
i still remember that pontiac (on god)
the opps scared of that pontiac
jump out so fast they can’t react (on god)
chase you down with no remorse
the dope hole always got open doors (what)
say what you want but, b+tch i’m raw
you rub me wrong i knock you off (hrrr)
i took half of a half, turned it back to a slab (n+gga what?)
i’ll f+ck around catch the rico, i keep puttin’ the stamp on a bag
it been 3 od’s
i cannot be lowkey
my cuban weigh (dawgsh+trecords) a whole key
i’m smokin’ gumbo by the p
that draco hit (dawgsh+trecords) like bada bing
shot him, he dance like sada baby (what?)
my momma say she love me to death, but she know i’m kinda crazy (on god)
i’m roscoe son in the flesh n+gga, it ain’t sh+t that they gon’ tell me (n+gga what?)
i put this glock in yo face n+gga, like a b+tch takin’ a selfie (on god)
i used to ride with neph daily
2 4s champ bailey
we was traffickin’ in n out
slab em, cookin’ em, pushin em out (on god)
on god

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