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rx papi – uncle luke lyrics

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[intro: sample & rx papi]
dunder mifflin, this is jordan france
yuh
hey kelly
real rx

[verse: rx papi]
gun in my hand, a b+tch better move
on the wakeup, the first thing i do is boo
walked in this b+tch like uncle lou
creased+up d+ckies like uncle snoop
walked in this b+tch like, “what it do?”
loudmouth b+tch, who the f+ck is you?
the trap house jump like sky zone
i made thirty+thousand on my iphone
another fifteen on my side phone
percocets got my mind gone
ap got three different time zones
it’s tris or wock in my styrofoam
i ride alone with the firearm
a n+gga play, put a bounty on him
catch him in public and firе on him
i walk in this b+tch like styles p
i don’t need no stylist to style mе
i freestyle, but style ain’t free
these n+ggas gettin’ they style from me
feel like a white boy in laguna beach
i got coke residue in a pair of laguna jeans
my mama trippin’ ’bout the smell
my b+tch trippin’ for chanel
back to back, they callin’ my cell
gimme a break, what the h+ll?
there’s n+ggas prayin’ to see me fail
people said it was better when i was in jail
how the f+ck you gon’ say that to a n+gga?
up the gun and take the pack from a n+gga
you be tough, we spinnin’ back on n+ggas
like a dyk+ b+tch, put the strap on n+ggas
big bank take li’l bank, my bank bigger
this sh+t’ll get uglier than rah digga
i crack out to the function like that n+gga
i’m 823 ain’t no set trippin’
big papi locster, what’s the business?
i scream, “ayo [?]”, this b+tch’ll get lit
big+ass bulldog on my hip
cuz wylin’, he on bullsh+t
i’m on a white cup full of meds
up the gl!ck and put a n+gga to bed
swing the drac’, take off a n+gga leg
give a sh+t or d+mn what the f+ck i said
don’t make me bust your f+ckin’ head
glock go off and a b+tch get hit
every n+gga around me jack crip
i say the word, then they on ten
all the opps can eat d+ck
i got more money than all them n+ggas
put ’em together, i still got more money
these n+ggas broke, dirty and bummy, stank, musty and hungry
this a band for my audi keys
i lost them b+tches three times already
what i spent on replacement keys
i could’ve bought my sister a chevy
papi move like ox from belly
a b+tch’ll get shot in the belly
real rx, what the f+ck you gon’ tell me?



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