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rx papi - why you aint put gas in da car lyrics

[intro]
it’s the dawg
yeah

[verse 1]
i could make a mess, yeah
i f+ck up that check, yeah
cut and swerve the ‘vette
on the perc twelve, lift her dress
i’m in the club shining
lot of drugs on me, yeah
lift my left wrist
that’s a flood warning
b+tch the flood coming
i’m a drug lord
i been in drug wars
i got a drug store
try and get rich from standing on that corner, ion’ know nun’ ‘bout the forbes, yeah
pull up aventador, yeah
b+tch can’t lift the door, yeah
baby it’s the dog, and a b+tch better not p+ss me off
talk like he with that sh+t, he soft
real sharpshooter when i grip the rod
we make n+ggas make trips to god
i get out the booth and get in that car
pass me the rock, i’ll show you how to ball
six thousand dollars for my audemars
i just ran through the tris, imma order some more
when it rain, it pour, can you weather the storm?
brick on my wrist, this sh+t hurting my arm
open and cl!ck on a n+gga, that’s word on my mom
before i was rapping, ran around with the bomb
in a dope hole, working it all night long
n+gga f+ck you, i ain’t finna right no wrong
you don’t hear no lie in none of my sh+t
my gun ain’t for show, i’m bumping this b+tch
i’m rocking my js, too turnt in this b+tch
n+gga play with that fire, get burned in this b+tch
forgiatos make it hard when i’m turning the wheel
i fake him a story and burn him again
i go over the limit when it come to the men
i’m a one man army, i don’t need n+ggas
i bounce out soon as i see n+ggas
the nerve of you, i can’t believe n+ggas
i’m icy like the mr freeze n+gga
they like “pap, you gotta take it easy n+gga”
three times three hundred for my jeans n+gga
ion’ wanna hear that make believe n+gga
the stove don’t get a break from me n+gga
auntie no this ain’t the place to be n+gga
real rx, ion’ know nun’ different
i’m strapped the f+ck up when i go on a mission
if you ain’t spending no money, stay the f+ck out the kitchen
ion’ know what you thought, imma handle my business
when i’m back in, late night, handle my pistol
hollow point bullet, it’ll damage your tissue
pressing it soon as i think it’s a issue
micro drake get to kicking, jujitsu
enough in the drum to hit you and ‘nem with you
where the h+ll you gone run when the reaper come get you?
even your tone, better watch who you speak to
i’m a real deal smacker, i ain’t one of them people
my momma be scared i’ll do something evil
they gone love pap like one of the beatles
it start in the street and in the street i’ll keep it
auntie knock on the door, i’m like “bye felicia”
in the club my j, don’t try no reaching
b+tton in my pants, i’m clearing the scene with it
i know that’s your b+tch but i bet you i’ll leave with her
who the f+ck is dude, i never seen n+gga
shot in the throat, make it hard to breathe n+gga
.50cal round, desert eagle n+gga
drake keep going like i put some e in it
ion’ know ‘bout them, ain’t none of the vs rented
b+tton on the back of the glock, it keep hitting
aim at a n+gga face and remix it
bro in the back like “pap keep tripping”
my shoes tied, won’t see me slipping
broad daylight, they ain’t see me hit him
everybody in town saying we did it
i’m high as a b+tch tryna tell ‘em we did it
throw up gang signs like cheap liquor
toss the knock to the back, flea fl!ck her

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