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rx papi – southside mike lyrics

[intro]
(jordan france)
yeah, real rx

[verse]
i walk in this b+tch like southside mike
take a 30 milligram, i be high all night
thirty rounds in this glock, i do not wanna fight
up this gl!ck, it end a n+gga night
auntie hit the work, she sing like betty white
glock go off, jj dynomite
high as sh+t, napoleon dynamite
four o’s in the front, that’s just my type
walk in this b+tch and buy what i like
iceberg slim on a n+gga wife
i walk in this b+tch like steve+o
the roxy kicked in, leave me ‘lone
this a chrome heart hoodie, this is not vlone
they ask me every day “what the f+ck you on?”
pick up my phone, like what the f+ck you want?
slide through the block, like what the f+ck goin’ on?
they like, “pap, what the f+ck?”
i dare a n+gga to try his f+ckin’ luck
think i’m hard, call your grandma for us
them n+ggas b+tches, i’m not with them
i walked in this b+tch like the lone wolf
thinkin’ ’bout which n+gga i’m gon’ jump
b+tch, i’m young scooter when it come to juggin’
migos i know don’t wear versace
they ain’t trappin’ out no f+ckin’ bando
they in the phone playin’ the banjo
wearin’ sombreros totin’ dracos
i walk in this b+tch like a video goofy
that n+gga don’t trap, it’s an illusion
i will up the gl!ck for all confusion
tell that opp n+gga to suck d+ck
i leave out this b+tch like bill russell
i don’t need muscles relaxers for muscles
i take a perc and relax my muscles
my pockets fatter than mrs. puff
broke ass n+gga finna miss the bus
jump out the audi and shoot sh+t up
don’t give a f+ck if you my brother or cousin
a n+gga cross that line with me, i’m done it
feel like wayne when he told max “dump”
walk in this b+tch like [?]
i love when my b+tch rub on my betty
she said, “you’ve been skinny since the day you met me”
“i’m not callin’ you big belly freddy”
these n+ggas move like [?]
let’s get one motherf+ckin’ thing clear
i don’t know magic or sh+t like that
but with this drake i make you disappear
boy, this beat harder than a b+tch
in the booth, go r+t+rded in this b+tch
i ain’t got time to smoke my spliff
’cause back to back, i’m talkin’ sh+t
lil’ mama told me, “baby, you the one”
don’t let these n+ggas confuse you for nothin’
you d+mn right i’m my mamas f+ckin’ son
she know godd+mn well i was [?]
i still walk in her house with guns
she got a license for legal guns
my mama got two .40s and a perc
broad daylight, hit a b+tch where it hurt
i’ll whip your head like curtis jack
i’ll whip your f+ckin’ head with a mac
i’ll whip your f+ckin’ head back to back
i’ll whip your f+ckin’ head until it crack
then tell your b+tch ass “go get your dad”
i’ll be here when his ass get back

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