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rx papi - cvs lyrics

[intro: rx papi]
yuh, yuh yuh
yuh, yuh
drugrixh papi
yuh, yuh yuh yuh yuh
yuh, yuh

[verse 1: rx papi]
i got n+ggas locked up facing time in the feds
don’t play with my money, i put change on your head
they say a young n+gga came up and he changed
since i got money sh+t ain’t been the same
these n+ggas flagging, they really be lame
you’d be blessed if you know where i came from
young n+gga pulling up strapped with the same gun
go out like a p+ssy n+gga, but i ain’t one
n+gga i’mma go like i’m motherf+cking 2pac
hanging out the window with a pistol, i shoot glocks
i don’t go nowhere without an u+wop
b+tch don’t be mad, i’m the n+gga that you not
whole twenty thousand, put that in my shoebox
(yuh… yuh, yuh, yuh)
bought up 2 pounds of ? when i could’ve bought up a new drop
n+gga i could’ve spent that on a new watch
got a bust down rollie, i don’t do g+shock
all white 1s on, i don’t wear reeboks
h+ll nah baby, i ain’t wearing no yeezy
i don’t wear these, lil n+gga i’m greasy
where i come from n+gga, yeah we slimey and sneaky
lil n+gga, we heathens
we don’t give a f+ck ’bout a b+tch
i don’t really give a f+ck if that b+tch think that she a diva
i cut a b+tch off, no i don’t need her
i pour up three ounces in a two liter
i’m popping percocets when i don’t need them
pour them in sprite or i might just eat ’em
these n+ggas know i’m the motherf+cking man
i done ran off with a whole lotta bands
going to jail really ain’t in my plans
these n+ggas snitching, they jump on the stand
these n+ggas working, they write with they hand
i’m in the kitchen beating up the pan
[verse 2: rxk nephew]
i’m in the kitchen chopping up the grams
i serve them 2 for 10 up out a van
i got the perkies and i got the xans
grams flying like they’re peter pan
you rap about it n+gga but i live it
platinos, n+gga i’m with it
i’m like my grandma when i’m in the kitchen
i’m like the chinese man, “10 minutes!”
i cook a deuce up in 10 minutes
told the lil b+tch “give me 5 minutes”
a big glock+9, i’mma die with it
brodie on my side, i’mma die with him
jump out the coupe real clean on ’em
nephew got auntie at the atm for him
800, she tryna spend on it
straight drop, i dropped a 10 on it
brand new coupe, ain’t got a print on it
wrap the dope up, put the print on it
n+gga don’t ask ’bout no prices
just tell me how much you wan’ spend on it
show up at the plug with a motherf+cking stick on me
grab on the edges and then put my d+ck on it
i don’t want p+ssy, b+tch just go put your lips on it
i walked at kim’s and i dropped a whole brick on it
shooters, they run with a ? and no sticks on ’em
he can cook work man, that boy got a wrist on him
now, i went and found a plug with no gps
he got way more drugs than cvs
he got pressed pills, lean and all that sh+t
i was in the bin, i couldn’t imagine this
real trap n+gga, really be having it
real dope dealer, really be serving it
what’s your name again? i never heard of it
i’m from the trenches with dealers and murderers
n+gga my grandmama raised me
1800, that’s what made me
4th street, peck street where i came from
i done met the plug, now they say i changed up

- rx papi lyrics

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