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rx papi - i told you don't trust me lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
on god
dawg sh+t records

[verse]
grimy ass n+gga, yeah, i’m shady as sh+t
i take his work on the arm and i ain’t pay him for sh+t
i rule my block with a iron fist
i can’t stand a lying b+tch
wake up and get fly as sh+t
left wrist cost a quarter brick
stood on corners with a zip
stick f+ck up your bottom lip
gave fifty to my bottom b+tch
amiri’s and some prada kicks
papi talk a lot of sh+t
i really sling alot of grit
250 dropped it on my kit
switches come on all my gl!cks
p+ssy, why you on my d+ck?
crack out and i pop my sh+t
i’m in that mode, a b+tch in trouble
these n+ggas don’t know how to hustle
work make auntie do the cupid shuffle
in the kitchen, drop a triple double
sportscenter, i’m on espn
glock with me, that’s my right hand man
all i know is get it gone
all i know is get it all
i turned her up and put her on and made my lil b+tch a boss
i got my first rap chеck that feel like a rap check
just got a n+gga knocked off, pay lil brodiе through a cashapp
they say i’m living like i’m mad max
don’t got no limit, get your ass whacked
i do my brother like nino did
’bout that money i off a n+gga
got a dark cloud on my head
i keep my .45 in my bed
them n+ggas shot me in my back but i bet they wish they shot me in my head
i hear voices in my head
i see bodies, i need meds
talk that talk, this how i live
b+tch i’m as dawg as it’s gon get
i’m addicted to the bowl, i can’t see me calling it quits
he keep playing on the net and i can see me calling a blitz
i really wanna be a rapper
can’t stay out jail ’cause i’m a smacker
when them crackers check my jacket
rap sheet came back like a packet
i vacuum seal it then i pack it
they know my car when i’m in traffic
jump out the car and let sh+t happen
i’m still a no good dirty b+st+rd
on god
[?] jump out of the car
pap not the one who be doin’ no talk
jump out with the dawg on your dawg and dawg
he thought he was sliding ’til we parked
they wanna be barksdale and stringer bell
me and my brother like chris and marlo
gun you down and drive the car slow
my momma think i got a lost soul
board you up in abandoned houses
don’t wanna hear no screaming and shouting
dope holes, i be in and out ’em
judge gave him life, ain’t know nothing ’bout it
n+gga, my name is my name
i’m spilling blood for it, b+tch
they signed deals for they chain, i sold drugs for it, b+tch
flashbacks, being in that cell
when i get out i’ma give ’em h+ll
my money long, i can pay the bail
play with me digging an early grave
fresh as sh+t but got dirty ways
jump out the car with a dirty k
i’m [?] back in the day
drop the bag and find where shorty stay
[outro]
on god
hrrrr
n+gga my name is my name

- rx papi lyrics

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