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rx papi - goin haimov lyrics

[intro]
(oh, five star code)
(that’s risky)
i really want a s600, but i’m going to haimov
it’s the dawg
i really want a s600, but i’m going to haimov
i’ll drop a nickel on bro to make them watch your house
yeah

[verse]
i really want a s600, but i’m going to haimov i’ll drop a nickel on bro to make them watch your house
back this rocket out b+tch like “do we got a problem now?”
boy i hopped dead out that car then walk you down
grrah, grrah, fah fah,fah it was so many sounds
momma screaming at the top of her lungs he got gunned down
f+ck around and found out n+gga don’t be f+ckin round
ball bell out catch a hat then get the f+ck from round
auntie short girl i got a sack full of bobby brown
project b+tch h+lla thick she like “ice me out”
the ass on a h+lla fast not a wipe me out
walk in amiri with that check then wipe it down
you don’t really live that sh+t you rap i found out about you
you think you osama i’m obama when them n+ggas found him
fix your lip b+tch this not a porsche this a f+cking tonka
outside wakanda but the inside w+lly wonka n+gga want to see the sh+t i do you got to get binoculars
told boy “he bet not throw that knocka if they get behind us”
b+tch got a big turkey on her be my baby momma
said she wanna have a “baby girl” name her ass joana
45 hunnit for a pound of good mar joana
aunty keep beating keep tweaking man shut the f+ck up
fine sh+t i call her fine sh+t cause i just wanna f+ck her
know my b+tch tired my sh+t she like “you dirty f+cker”
b+tch know d+mn well i’m lying she said “i know you f+cked her”
baby you got to let that sh+t burn i turn a b+tch to usher
new orleans b+tch was having baby i just said “wassup”
haimov didn’t cuban my sh+t bigger than busta busta
b+tch you live in the projects why you acting stuck up?
heard he was the man he seen a can and got stuck the f+ck up
sit your five dollar ass down n+gga shut the f+ck up
handheld rocket in my palm sh+t can pick a bus up
hear them n+ggas talking on the net but they know wassup
way before i had a rap check i had a hunnit cluckers
[?] pull up in that [?] oh i’m riding [?]
cousin came for a bag smacks so rock to your
mother
i’ll send your bd to the store he’s a f+cking buster
b+tch got a fat ass b+tt this a dunker dunker
all that n+gga jewelry dead fake that’s that brain pumper
seen some fine sh+t last week i’m trying to find her number
crash when i let this ar blast we get on your bumper
one suit wearing ass b+tch she said “this a rumper”
n+ggas hating on me for no reason when they watch me come up
ten mill to a n+gga face will f+ck your whole month up
boy you know your ass dead broke you ain’t go no munun
got enough guns to war with iran i’ll drop a hunnun
rrrr you hear that b+tch hummer wide body durango in the street look like a f+cking hummer gang ain’t took a plea but you in the street you a f+cking gunner
35 shot like kd oklahoma thunder balling in this b+tch like an athlete but don’t got no jumper
everyday a fan ask me “why you ain’t do no jumper”
talk about sh+t i want to talk about your b+tch and is young gon’ let me f+ck her
i don’t know how the f+ck you say you love her if other n+ggas f+ck her
some white people sh+t i just be sitting back like “you stupid mother f+cker”
let my b+tch even think about another d+ck i swear i won’t ever touch her

- rx papi lyrics

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