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rx papi – ya father lyrics

[intro]
yuhh
real rx
[verse 1]
n+gga did the beat nice, came straight
i walk in this b+tch with a brick of ‘caine
my daddy sold dope, i feel like cain
i walk in this b+tch like sugar shane
they like “yeah, this the papi that we miss”
“that other n+gga just be popping sh+t”
talk to me crazy, shoot you in your sh+t
can’t leave a witness, shoot you and your b+tch
i use to think my uncle was somebody
had me fooled my whole life, that n+gga a b+tch
my dad sold more dope than ronald raegan
walk in the trap like “let the games begin”
unc been smoking work since i was six
aunty been bugging out on some sh+t
i remember whеn i asked my mom for some cash
my facial exprеssion was sick as a b+tch
i been robbing n+ggas since a baby
i’ll rob a n+gga while he with his baby
white gold cuban, bust down hd
they prayed on my downfall and thet hate me
if i get caught, i ain’t changing sh+t
we all know who’s lips could sink a ship
my aunty so fake, some [?] sh+t
i be on some dirty, grimy, gritty sh+t
y’ain’t gotta f+ck with me or like me
i’m icier than a hoe, so icy
you g+y if you want n+ggas to like you
i sold crack in middle school and high school
shout out my muh’f+cking n+gga [?]
only n+gga sell you thirty dollar beans
i walk in this b+tch like trey jeans
i’m so high i forgot where i put my keys
who the f+ck you talking to?
like what the f+ck you wanna do?
b+tch don’t die cause you off the boot
glock knock a n+gga clean out his boots
they deleted my songs, that was horsesh+t
[?] on the eighth, that’s broke sh+t
i seen yo interview, that sh+t was corny
n+ggas only get views cause they mention me
i’ll walk in this b+tch like h and d
n+gga we don’t play games, we play for keeps
i’ll run a n+gga baby mama over in a jeep
reverse and run that b+tch back over in a jeep
my momma said “baby when the last time you got sleep?”
ion know, my head been f+cking with me
i heard these n+ggas upped they bounty
well i’m strapped, so is every n+gga around me
they say papi, you a f+cking hot head
i’m a pill popper, and i’m a pothead
crack out the cut like “what the f+ck you said?”
said it behind my back, now say it again
n+gga these streets ain’t got no love
i had to pistol whip my own blood
that’s what happen when n+ggas think they tough
glock transform like shia leboeuf
walk in this b+tch like enough is enough
ion like boujie hoes, my b+tch rough
[?] i sold all kinds of stuff
in the trunk, a n+gga a get stuff
you think you the sh+t cause you big and buff
hit em with the glock and fold em up
you better respect yo motherf+cking jaw
glock got four legs on it like a dog
they like “papi, how the f+ck that made sense at all?”
it didn’t but b+tch don’t lie, that was hard
i’m hitman when i’m completing the job
my sh+t hitting like pearl harbour
drake make a n+gga crump in the yard
look like chris brown from stomp the yard
drake leave a n+gga slumped on his car
reload the drake, give em’ a encore
i pick up everytime your aunt call
she don’t like me but that’s still my f+cking dawg
she say she need two fifties of hard
audi pulled up in the front yard
i rap about audis cause i really buy em
when they rap about audis they really lying
these n+ggas broke and don’t got swag
identity crisis looking for a dad
why the f+ck you think they call me pap

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