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rx papi - no one man above the gang lyrics

[intro: rx papi]
it’s the dawg

[verse 1: rx papi]
a b+tch won’t never make it to my crib, i don’t play them f+cking games
brodie came to sn+tch a n+gga soul, he don’t want no f+ckin’ chain
we gon’ slide broad+day, matter if it’s rain pourin’
yeah, we bound to lose, but we gon’ make him feel that pain more
i love my guys to death, they gotta put us in the same morgue
and you can cut them games while you are here ’cause bro’nem ain’t for it
ain’t no one man above the gang
my n+ggas rock ricks and chains
this for all the men, p+ssy, you can keep the f+cking fame
b+tches don’t know who to pick, they saying we all look the same
when brodie hit the turn pipe [?]
i bounce out with all my ice on and go to tossing flame
all the bros got thirtys on ’em, b+tch, that’s why we walkin’ strange
the way we swing that belt you gon’ think we on a [?]
you died before the diss, now i guess that sh+t’ll never drop
glitz a bully, he gon’ do what he want on whoever block
my gat ain’t never goin’ on chill, this sh+t forever hot
and i just mixed my meds up, that sh+t just went the wrong way
hundred thousand cash, with my hands i count it all+day
when i got outta prison i ain’t asked for no n+gga help
three hundred thousand cash, all blues, i count that sh+t myself
and i feel like quanny in the mirror, i’m like “yeah, i did it”
bro ain’t gotta ask no questions, n+gga, h+ll yeah, i’m with it
we gon’ push yo’ hat back tryna knock your brain off
brodie pulled his mask down but never took his chains off
[verse 2: ot7 quanny]
fishscale sosa in the trap, i smell like a bird
b+tch chasin’ me, i’m chasin’ racks, get on my f+ckin’ nerves
i ain’t never goin’ broke again, yeah, i got mouths to feed
you ain’t ballin’ no more, why the f+ck you think you [?]?
pink slip boys, brand new toy cost three hundred thou’
rap ass, cappin’ ass n+ggas, stay the f+ck from ’round
bulletproof the truck, a hundred shots, that’s how you ‘posed to bend
n+gga touch me, you gettin’ the belt, yeah, that sh+t over with
i woke up and made a hundred gs, it’s only nine o’clock
don’t you see the swag? i’m in the mall shoppin’ ’til i drop
n+gga, i done got rich and then got rich again
she’s gon’ never tell me “no”, look at this whip i’m in
real chicken getter, i wake up and get them racks for breakfast
way before i ever wrote a rap, yeah, n+gga, i was steppin’
sosa baby came back from the dirt, yeah, they thought i was dead
let a n+gga lay a finger on me, i’ma drop his ass
i just made two hundred fifty thou’, it ain’t even been a week
money counter was on my lap last night when i went to sleep
big ass diamond chain around my neck, b+tch, cost a bmw
my left pocket like a fatass, this a bbw
five hundred thousand in a maybach, posted in the ‘jects
i got that check on me like a box of cigarettes

[verse 3: valet187]

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