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rx papi - im not ol head futch lyrics

[verse 1]
lift my wrist up
count big bucks
ion’ know them, load the stick up
i came from doing stickups
kick your door n+gga, get that sh+t up
i pour tris up in a big cup
brodie hit, he don’t miss much
ion’ talk long on the phone
they love pap lie al capone
me and my g, i like to roam
in the street where i belong
barrel smoking like cheech and chong
high speed chase, i lead ‘em on
this lil’ b+tch don’t know my name, told the ho “call me ramone”
papi bad to the bone
she shake her ass to my song
big ol’ ass, take up a thong
i hit the gas, then i’m gone
they selling fast, b+tch come on
bust a slab then make a song
try and stuff my as with a b
they kick his facе, we had a beam
big bully, b+tch i’m beam
i stuff a fully in my jеans
they like “pap you sipping that sh+t too much”
these n+ggas be on my d+ck too much
before i ever sign my name on a dotted line, hit the jeweller, tell him kit me up
it’s five in the morning, auntie knocking on the screen door hard as a b+tch like “fix me up”
all my opps sit at home broke as sh+t, they mad at papi, i’m rich as f+ck
n+gga so broke, can’t fix him up
type of n+gga to scream “bro come pick me up“
when i’m in the club, my glock with me
bro don’t rap, he really shot n+ggas
we don’t got the same one b+tch, my watch bigger
f+ck them, b+tch i’m the top n+gga
switch the switch and hit your block with it
i take mines off top with it
play up close, you gotta watch n+ggas
crew got gadgets like spy kids
i’m balling hard in the paint
sku in the yard with the shank
i punch your jaw ‘till it breaks
i gave it all it could take
auntie nod with the shakes
i’m like god with the base
auntie jonesing bad as f+ck, i see it all in her face
i’m moving slower than a turtle, i’ll let y’all run the race
i pull up amg gt60 like “who all wanna race?”
i hit the code and swing that door, you see number blue all in the safe
chop the f+ck out you ‘bout my money ‘till you blue all in the face
brodie clear the crowd broad day, he d+mn near threw y’all with the drake
dumb b+tch think this a b.b. simon, g19 stick up my waist
h+llcat tiger, this b+tch growling, promise we gone get away
i took dirt and made diamonds, they say “papi lead the way”
if i shoot then bro shoot, certain sh+t you ain’t gotta say
i got a 50 bowl plate, took a trip up to the bay
pocket fatter than a b+tch, i look like i’m k slay
he run faster than sh+t, he can’t outrun this drake
you could play all you want, we not gone play ‘bout my pay
they say i should do a hook
i say you should get a job
all that talking out your mouth ain’t gone do sh+t but get you robbed
i’m a motherf+cking crook
the only thing i know is jugg
leave a n+gga in the woods
dirt nap, he dead for good
on the block by my dolie, i be cooling with the wolves
it’s a box in the car, b+tch we good if we pulled
my b+tch put my pole in her purse
the trunk loaded with work
moving slow from the syrup
they think i’m not from this earth
he got shot over turf
his momma broker than a b+tch, she couldn’t even pay for the he+rs+
all that capping in your verse

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