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rxk nephew & rx papi - ufc trap lyrics

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[verse 1: rxknephew]
all that back buyin’ sh+t
keep it to yourself
drug dealin’ dealin’ with them cars b+tch that [?]
auntie like: “nephew cook this up with your god self?”
mhm, auntie sit your ass down with your proud self
got suspended, hit the kitchen then i got there neph done did it
b+tch keep talkin’ ’bout she with it
taxes came i’m made to spend it
dirty n+gga from the trenches
harlem glocks that come with switches
[?] b+tch she burnin’ bridges[?]
i put henny on my liver
[?] bring the [?], back to the game, he [?]
said he was rich, that glock hit a n+gga, now he dead rich
every time i talk that sh+t all my j’s be like “preach”
i could take a 150 b+tches right now out the east
a homie in the comments doing all that p+ssy hating sh+t
every time i’m in that audi, i be tryna race a b+tch
i know they hate the kid, hating how a n+gga doin’ his thing
you can be all in them comments n+gga n0body know your name
this ain’t prop money, n+gga, this is straight drop money
not yo momma house in [?] n+gga, that is not money
point the glock 4, make a b+tch boy drop money
told my momma when i save you money, it be blood money
i was cold outside, they ain’t had no love for me
before i ever hold out my hand, i rather go get blood money
i know my daughters know what daddy do, he spendin’ drug money
she talkin’ ’bout she love me, made her help me rob the plug for me

huh
all my crack babies
preach
i cannot forget the sh+t that auntie did for me
i trust auntie with my baby, she watch the kids for me
i told her when this rap work, she can live with me

pull up different kind of dope
same n+gga you get money with
bound to[?] cutthroat
drop that 4 0 like a motherf+ckin [?]
i ain’t passin my dope
b+tch i got a passion for the dough
saw you through the door
preach

n+gga
that’s what imma tell you
every time i walked in they like, ‘fore you came in i smelled you
they like you can’t leave us, if you get locked we gon’ bail you
sh+t i did, might get indicted, n+gga if i tell you
i trust aunt so much she watch the trap when i’m gone
i trust my b+tch, she be hittin’ l!cks around my phone
she got a cold, she know big neph f+ckin’ with them hoes
and every time i pull up i’m comin’ with the low
yea
n+gga, yea
yea, yea, yea
mhm

[verse 2: rx papi]
on god
i got quater brick money
a half a slab of grid[?] on me
50 and a dirty stick on me
a b+tch ain’t takin’ sh+t from me
take care of her auntie and her friends
she want me to buy her a new syringe[?]
she in the trap like she movin’ in
she not gonna do ’em like “it’s you again”
yea, he got a glock with a switch
but he ain’t never do a hit
i swear these n+ggas act like hoes
he got a p+ssy like his b+tch
it’s blue tips comin’ out the drac’
i’m gettin off i’m not gon’ miss
i jump out the condo i’m chasin ’em down
stand over a n+gga while he on the ground
dirty say i gotta take my meds
skoo[?] say i’m crazy in the head
cuz tell me i’m a f+ckin bug
get to that bowlin’ f+ck it up
this dawg sh+t records is my sh+t
that’s yo hoe but she on my d+ck
hollow point go through your eyelids
b+tch tryna find out where i live
i beat that work like it’s my case[?]
(if) i catch life they knew what i did
i was never signin’ with you suckers
imma shiesty motherf+cker
finesse them crackers out that paint
like what the f+ck you n+ggas sayin
b+tch i ain’t the one you finna play with
i up that chop and hit the [?] with it
he rap ’bout the trap but he never there
you not from there, don’t go over there
why the f+ck is you even over there
glock blow yo’ dumbass way over there
momma say i should tuck my chain
my momma really f+ckin’ insane
my momma say don’t flash my money
i laugh my ass off, d+mn she funny
i’m mr. papi don’t stop it
a certified dope [?]
these n+ggas wanna be o’blockers
he was tough so we put that pole on ’em
that was his mans until he told on ’em
i load the van and hit the road on ’em
neph my dawg you know i blow for him
i shoot off rip a b+tch get no warning
i got residue in my nuts
auntie what the f+ck is you doin’ b+tch put the f+cking scale on the table
b+tch why you trippin’ in here what the f+ck is you doin hoe
i left it where i left so why the f+ck would you go move it for
she like papi who you talkin’ to
n+gga i been smokin’ since 92′
i love auntie she just a bug
she like “yea n+gga don’t make me f+ck you up”
auntie i ain’t gon’ lie, b+tch you put your hands on me imma knock you the f+ck out

go get a [?] from the store
just cooked 2 deuces of the raw
i introduced it to my daughter[?]
ain’t had no girl to problem solve

ay bro, forreal, you think she gon’ know that’s heroin instead of cocaine?
ion give a f+ck if she do
b+tch might od out of them blues
servin yella i was out of the blue
fresh as f+ck i’m jumpin’ out of the coupe
they like papi you gotta chill with that sh+t
phone always ringin’ how you deal with that sh+t
cuz go get my pills real quick

- rxk nephew rx papi lyrics

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