rx papi – flaminghot chopsticc lyrics
homicide
hop out the car with a flaming hot chopstick
.556 like fire, fire, fire
walked down, man down, homicide
don’t do all that talking, shut the f+ck up and slide
broke can’t lead the broke, blind can’t lead the blind
cuz must’ve told me that sh+t a thousand times
stick on me, that’s for any occasion
she like “papi i love you, you know you my baby”
.556 put a b+tch on the pavement
i ain’t the one that a b+tch finna play with
you ain’t gotta lie to me baby, just say it
let me trap out your house, i’mma pay off the neighbours
my b+tch say she crip, i’m really with ?
i don’t want handouts, you can keep all your favours
i jump in my audi, i turn to a racer
i’m shooting like miller way back on the pacers
.556 hit a b+tch with the laser
.556 hit the sh+t out your taper
when i’m on the boot, i don’t really like to say much
mama didn’t buy me j’s even though she tried to save up
.556 swiss cheese a n+gga face up
you know she a wh0re, ain’t no way you can save her
hop out the car with a flaming hot chopstick
.556, razorblade get to chop sh+t
i ain’t gone lie, fell in love with a jigga
i love how it feel when the boot in my system
my b+tch don’t like it, she think i be tripping
i crack the wokesha, a deuce on my kidney
roxy 15 tan the f+ck out my vision
it’s starting to get nasty, i’m still finna sip it
i love when she straight, i don’t need you to hit it
i know if it’s pure, why you try to remix it
i’m stuck in my audi, keep backing my feet up
i crack me a dutch and i roll me some weed up
the bubbly meet with a case of amnesia
you told me you love me, so why would you leave me
i pick up my phone and you telling me that you need me
you drop your addy, in the audi i’m speeding
you act like a ? and you looking for reasons
don’t start saying sh+t when you know you don’t mean it
.556 knock off a b+tch frontal
pap birdman, i’m the number one stunna
i know these p+ssy n+ggas wanna see me under
can’t see me n+gga, like stevie wonder
never been in a band, but a young n+gga drumming
i empty and reload a whole other hundred
percocets and another line have never stung me
margiela stepping over snakes like jumanji
.556s leave a n+gga funky
i’m in the club, you know i snuck my gun in
when i walk in the room all the b+tches be on me
money rag to the side baby, that’s how i’m coming
i got my own mind, you ain’t telling me nothing
my gl!ck on me when i walk in the function
get love in the hood ’cause my bags humongous
for the first to the eighth, this b+tch go bonkers
baby girl got an ass like she came out a donkey
she keep asking me sips of my water
scared as the f+ck she might have a convulsion
when your b+tch around me, i ain’t keeping her sober
she suck good enough, i’mma buy her clothes
i bend her ass over and stroke with emotion
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