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rx papi - love don't pay da bills lyrics

[intro: rx papi]
uh, uh, uh
f+ck you so loud for? my head hurt
uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh!

[verse 1: rx papi]
his bills due, but he can’t cut them pills loose
he f+ck ’round with that money one time and they gon’ k!ll dude
ain’t got time for the funny games
his stomach hurt from hunger pain
he tried to buy a block
then he got robbed and shot by what’s his name
baby mama movin’ strange
young b+tch think she know everything
that boy done been through everything
seen murders and he barely blinked
that boy a real block runner
that boy a real curb stomper
he’ll chase you down ’bout a pound, he’s a bird hunter
he not a pitcher, he comin’ straight
he try and get you gone tonight
the wild stars come back to back
we got codeine on a f+ckin’ yacht
they called lil’ bro a loose screw
they barely even knew dude
his grandma used to call him doo
but now she barely recognize him
he try and paint the picture vivid
they ain’t want to visualize it
he fightin’ somethin’ that’s still inside him
play that boy, he’ll k!ll your mama
he grew up in a drug zone
born and raised in a battlefield
he hustled up one hunnid thousand
that sh+t felt like a half a million
pills don’t really work like that
they f+ckin’ with his nerves real bad
they call that boy a pill+poppin’ animal
they don’t understand it
bounce out broad day, bare face
with that drake from another planet
no gloves on, he gon’ put you down
back in the wheels and get the f+ck from rims
he got problems on this side of town
wearin’ that hat whenever he ridin’ ’round
he ain’t lettin’ sh+t die down
they frontin’ and he could’ve died now
they say he got a pride problem
they say he got a big ego
they know what he do to people
that n+gga toin’ somethin’ lethal
they tellin’ him, “get in the booth”
they beggin’ him, “stay out the street”
but sometimes that’s where he wanna be
n+gga, you don’t know sh+t ’bout me
[verse 2: b00bie red]
jumped out the porsche, landed on my feet
residue on me, been servin’ all week
bought me a bl!ck ‘fore i got my id
havin’ nightmares, guns jam in my sleep
i still get out and get active, go creed
no time to be playin’ hide ‘n’ seek
keep the cutter right beside me
too many dres, these b+tches siamese
get loaded, my eyes chinese
got a play on the way, he say he buyin’ in
pull the fo’ out and fryin’ knees
lost 50, so i’m flyin’ knees
on a deal and i’m buying ps
work clean on the crime scene
took a dub and ain’t front a thing
still stuffin’ cash in designer jeans
still hit the drank to make real sure it’s clean
you get a script, don’t play with my lean
sent b+tton on the back to clear the scene
ain’t sh+t sweet, n+gga, i ain’t green

[outro]
what’s wrong, daddy?
i know what’s wrong with that crazy m+th+f+cka
he just stayin’ by the godd+mn window with that f+ckin’ ak all day
you don’t work, you don’t f+ck, you don’t eat, you don’t do a godd+mn thing

- rx papi lyrics

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