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rx papi – you know what i’m doing lyrics

step in that b+tch like fatman scoop
pop a roxianna and sip the boot
i’m the real vin diesel when i’m in the coupe
.556s clear the room
draco sweep like abuela with the broom
they started arguing, all you heard was “boom!”
big ass gl!ck came out for doom
i’m drugrixh, who the f+ck are you?
you got that gl!ck, you better shoot
don’t ask no questions, you see what i’m doing
wrist in the pot, steady moving
feel like shawty lo when he made foolish
turned yo babymom house to a ?
hang up on the b+tch, don’t ask me nothing
you talk bout money, end of the discussion
slithery ass n+gga, i finessed my cousin
they like “pap, what the h+ll happened to your voice”
slitherman come when he want, we ain’t got a choice
100 round drac’ sing like the voice
shoot the sh+t out a n+gga rolls royce
i’mma beat up the work like the old floyd
serve a n+gga on the southside, he look like lloyd
judge said i’m a druglord
you ain’t trappin, then what you got drugs for?
that b+tch ugly as the f+ck like dj paul
my dawg don’t f+ck with the wock at all
sipped a deuce, started noddin off
two days straight, i ain’t answer that b+tch call
ol’ lying ass n+gga like rick ross
you ain’t never got that sh+t out the port of miami
n+ggas love me and the b+tches love me
i feel like trick daddy when i’m in miami
you don’t know no n+gga who do what i’m doin!
pop out the blue and start shooting
don’t trust me with the glock, i’m booted
pootie tang neph, you goin stupid
tj boy walked in fresh as f+ck!
bags on bags like “what up, boy!”
slide on yo b+tch in a chevy chevelle
pap off the boot, he raised in h+ll
vacuum seal the bag, save the smell
i heard you bought yo b+tch fake chanel
i dropped a bag, i’mma break the scale
i’m real drugrixh, i embrace my ls
i’m ridin with two guns like i got a ?
never forget loyalty, nfl
i got my brother side and his back
i pop percocet just to relax
roll up backwoods back to back
smoke another one, back to back
back to back to back, back to back
back to back to back, back to back
i used to have neck braids like ?
jermaine dupri when i get on the boot
crack bag look like fatman scoop
glock gone spit like dululululu
you don’t know no n+gga cook like me
my main b+tch cooked rice and beans
my hustle strong like ?
shot more n+ggas then pistol pete
my n+gga said “i ain’t got no legs”
bam, shot that n+gga in his head
run off with my bread, chop yo head
i get caught with this, i’m going to the feds
bite a n+gga ear off like tyson
chicken out the box, like it’s tyson
exchange with the plug, i feel like bryson
up the 30, hit a n+gga hiking
keep rapping like this, we gon get indicted
judge gave me life, b+tch i’m jumping the fence
told them it’s runtz, blamed the b+tch
mc hammer crack bag, can’t touch this
in the kitchen fresh as a f+ck
on the bowl, made my b+tch eat me up
walk in the b+tch like you know what i’m doing
jump out the audi b+tch i’m tom cruisin
fist in the pot, ?
i’m off the henny i need to relax
i’m off the boot, i smoked 30 blacks
i’m from gng, i got the tat
.556s rip out a n+gga back
hit her missionary, grab her neck
slithermaaan! ?
crack a window, b+tch i’m bout to sweat
f+cked a b+tch first day we met
packed a deuce up with a gillette
changed my number on the plug, he’s stressed
call me on instagram, you dead it
suck my d+ck b+tch you know what i’m doin
real slither sh+t, this that slither sh+t music
feel like trick daddy, i love the kids…

- rx papi lyrics

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