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rx papi – mo3 lyrics

[intro]
yuh
real rx
yuh

[verse]
you got take ’em out since you brung ’em in
under pressure he gon’ fold like a b+tch
me and brody really roll with the sticks
searching high and low for a n+gga to hit
walk in this b+tch like, “suck my d+ck”
you a grown man, why you on my d+ck?
i walk in this b+tch acting arrogant
black out this pistol and air this b+tch
i’m on like three different narcotics
it’s like three n+ggas i’m thinking ’bout robbing
my b+tch said, “deep down, you got problems”
i know that, i been telling these n+ggas
please don’t ever think you helping me, n+gga
i’ll f+ck around and melly a n+gga
i don’t talk on the cell with these n+ggas
that’s how your ship sail with these n+ggas
i walked in this b+tch all too familiar
we brought enough sticks to build a building
these n+ggas my sons, they papi children
i made enough bread to feed the pilgrims
kinda f+cked up ’bout that mo3 sh+t
how you get k!lled by a n+gga who like d+ck?
anybody can pull a trigger and shoot
that don’t make you no motherf+cking k!ller
especially when you like n+ggas
i still thinking quando rondo a b+tch
stand on what the f+ck i believe in
i’m not changing my opinion for sh+t
how black lives matter and n+ggas snitching?
how black lives matter and they believe these b+tches?
megan thee stallion a f+cking liar
i’m not taking that short n+gga’s side
but you ain’t gotta work for csi
to see this b+tch ain’t got shot one time
i got shot and couldn’t walk, b+tch you got shot and you was twerking
you tried defenestrate that n+gga career
i don’t know what the f+ck be wrong with these b+tches
cardi b and the city girls still trippin’
they teaching you hoes ’bout professional tricking
b+tch, go get a job or be a boss
these rap n+ggas got you n+ggas lost
they a tell you every way ’bout how to floss
they won’t ever talk about a loss
n+gga, i was broke with dirty drawers
i took a chance and risked it all
a man only got his nuts and his word
papi really sold yuck on the curb
walk in this b+tch like, “f+ck what you heard”
walk in this b+tch like lucifer
papi walked in with exclusive fur
cuban so icy, gucci go “brrr”
pulled up to the front with the chauffeur
smoking a big ass blunt with the chauffeur
my man said he got a boatload of percs
i told, “can you wait ’till i’m done with the show first?”
i walk in this b+tch like [?]
speedboat curry dirk mcgurk (???)
big [?] outside [?]
it’s finna be one h+ll of a night
i walk in this b+tch like b+tterbean
glock in the opp’s face like, “what the f+ck you mean?”
pat a n+gga down like, “who the f+ck is he?”
without my cartiers, i can’t see
556 coming in 3d
stuck in the street, i’m knee+deep
gl!ck in my drawers like pechanga
lawyer wanted ten+thousand+dollar retainer
glock straighten your t++th like a retainer
[?]
walked in like, “f+ck the star+spangled banner”
my auntie act just like my grandma
f+ck ’em both, i can’t stand ’em
glock having a temper tantrum
they like, “papi, where the f+ck you came from?”
treat that n+gga like a cracker and hang him
all the opps can eat a d+ck
these n+ggas move like [?]
all the opps can eat a frank
n+ggas move like they got sugar in they tank
i’m beggin ’em, please don’t go like[?]
i left the trap, went to the bank
this sh+t a get uglier than fredo bang
up the draco and bang
my b+tch said, “why the f+ck are you yelling?”
my bad, baby, i got in the mood
walk in this b+tch like hot boy [?]
this sh+t can go easy, n+gga, be smooth
swerve more than the audi, go “vroom”
pistol out and sh+t, that b+tch go “boom”
boom, boom, boom, boom
the way you see me shooting better move
fresh as f+ck, head to my shoes
shoot you in your sh+t, play me like a fool
make a n+gga swim in his own booze
he wan’ be a star, put him on the news

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