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rx papi - w.a.n.w. (my name is my name intro) (music video version) lyrics

[intro]
ayo, whats the word, youngin?
ain’t sh+t [?], hope you outside, n+ggas is buggin’ the f+ck out, talking wild dumb sh+t, you heard
yo, hey, hey, what the f+ck shorty talkin’ ’bout, my n+gga
nah, i ain’t even really talkin’ ’bout that, pap’, i ain’t even gon’ hold you
but, yo, why the f+ck you was runnin’ your mouth, bro?
you gon’ get n+ggas caught
wait, shut the f+ck up, n+gga
who the f+ck is you to keep something from me?
yo, shorty, these n+ggas talkin’ crazy?
n+gga, basically, they talking like you on your music sh+t, you ain’t really outside
and first of all, if i want to say something to my mans i’ma say it, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout why i’m talkin’ hot, n+gga
yo, listen here, man, bottom line, any n+gga speak on my name gon’ die
i don’t give a f+ck if you gotta k!ll his momma, his daddy, broad+daylight, i don’t give a f+ck, n+gga
my name is my f+cking name

[verse]
play with me if you want n+gga and die
broad daylight, fah+fah+fah
i’m in that kitchen and i don’t get tired
n+ggas d+ck rodе then they switched sidеs
he left the corner store with his baby mom
got his dumbass shot five times
they put my gang on fox 5
broad daylight, we open the fire
one of your homies just got k!lled, and ain’t one of you n+ggas slide
i can give a f+ck about a rap deal, play with me b+tch and i’m outside
walk around town with the fire
got too much pride to let sum’ slide
and everytime i say: “long live dem boys” another n+gga finna die
i’m melly with murder on my mind
i’m ridin’ dirty, the burner on my side
beat the pot, gotta scr+pe the sides
aim good like i got a extra eye
b+tch dirt but she got good neck and thighs
he was dead but i shot him a extra time
them crackers gon’ try to give me extra time
i was in the a hoping they extradite me
parole ask me what’s going on
i don’t wanna talk, i don’t know what’s going on
five hundred dollars to get a n+gga gone
i mean what i say my word is bond
golden gun in my hand, james bond
2 door sticked up, james bond
b+tch say i’m cute as james bond
glock in my suit like james bond
they pulled me over ’cause they know my car
he tryin’ his hardest to find the raw
it’s a stash box inside the car
stupid, you’ll never found the raw
neph like chris and snoop together
two big ass glocks shoot together
he like: “pap, i got you forever”
i’m like: “n+gga, i got you whenever”
i jump out the bed like skinny meech
these n+ggas act like mini+mes
i’m like ar+ab in philly, straight gangster i’m not gillie
these n+ggas wanna be a barksdale
beat a n+gga face with a barbell
i’m in love with the new car smell
i don’t wear fake jewelry like ralo
in my hood i sold more dope than ralo
these n+ggas move like nas x
[?] some of my stress
i beat the pot with a right and left
put money on ’em and got ’em left
on murders, how i spent my check
omertà until the death
off the hip, shoot from the step
they seen i was strapped from the step
i f+ck around and shoot ’em to death
two hundred shots, just you and neph?
i run the game, i dont need a ref
i sell dope, f+ck a rap check
i’m on two different bails
they tryna get the gang ysl’d
spank you a rat, why you tell?
they got my n+gga yano on the run
we jump out them cars and we gon’ dump
peso text me, said “keep going”
send yano money, tell ’em: “keep runnin'”
when i die they gon’ remember me like meech
dirty ass n+gga out of the east
ran it up and took care of my people
my b+tch straight and my mama good
i sold dope in all kind of hoods
i still live in the wish a n+gga woods
everyday i wake up, i wish a n+gga would
oh, that’s two times in it? let me hit the ‘wood
they know ’bout me in east atlanta
papi geeked and he keep the hammer

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