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lirik lagu amazing grace – rx papi

[verse: rx papi]
cooked up some amazing grace
glock ventuno, not a .38
up that stick, take off a n*gga legs
ride with the stick, i know they want me dead
alone at the stove, hear voices in my head
pop a perc ’cause i know i’m losing it
can’t pull it together, off too many drugs
you can get k!lled for showing too much love
where i’m from, enough ain’t enough
real street n*gga, i’m gone call your bluff
stop all the woof and talking tough
before somebody come and wrap you up
in the dmv, pull up in del lago
i just hit for ten at wells fargo
can’t go out like hoodrixh pablo
audi a7, not a murcielago
big ass stick wherever i go
when you in the audi, watch the potholes
junkies come to me with a snot nose
she ask for 50s, she know i got those
walk in the trap, ¿que pasa, tato?
i need a 31 of blanco
she suck my d*ck, she hit her tonsils
in the car, got a gl!ck in the center console
i’m paranoid, think they out to get me
don’t be making sh*t caliente
i’m real drugrixh, junkies can’t forget me
cause papi’s 50’s big as a b*tch
how your man like “you ain’t sending them sh*ts”
but you out here talking ’bout you breaking your wrist
y’all n*ggas don’t know sh*t ’bout taking a risk
i call nephew from hitting a l!ck
i remember the first day he came home
he ask for money he said “get em a stick”
rolling up, dude sitting in the whip
both of us think we gotta do this quick
yeah, you rap good, but you ain’t bout that sh*t
when you meet me in central, slithery as it get
i ain’t ever ask a n*gga for sh*t
instead i up the pistol and take a n*gga sh*t
beat him with the glock ’till i break my wrist
sometimes i think papi don’t make sense
if i can’t tell you something then i can tell you this
give me some cocaine and watch me whip
and i could bet my last dollar
you ain’t ever gone through so much sh*t like this
married to the stove, i can’t quit
i bought a marker for the counterfits
[verse: rxk nephew]
i’m antisocial, i don’t wanna talk
tell on me b*tch, i stab you with the ?
when i was young i was scared of the dark
i’m traumatized, seeing all these demons
i stay strapped, my grandma said i ain’t need it
drugs ain’t gone help me, cigarettes ain’t gone help me breathe
i ain’t graduate but in the trap i got a achievement
put my flag on the pole next to papi the demon
i’ll send your daughter to the bermuda triangle
ain’t no motherf*cking traces, they don’t know what happened
i’ll have your ass buried in an empty casket
my unk told me i’m an ol’ dirty b*st*rd
ain’t no trick or trickster, i deal with fiends
i got 2000 motherf*ckers tryna get over on me
they got me questioning my wrist if the work good
i switched the bags to different colors, now unk good
he thinks it’s different, but it’s the same work
you know my last bags i hit it with mad cut
i told them “my bad” and blamed it on papi
that’s my brother, he do it all the time to me
he do a lotta sh*t, but he ain’t never dropped a dime on me
we link up and talk about straight robberies
come around with a rod, throw water on you
i ain’t got a bulletproof vest, i’m using your daughter for it
they say i’m selfish, i only care about myself
you godd*mn right, i need a slithery award on my shelf
i need olympic rings, i’m better than michael phelps
i got eyes behind my ears and i can hear you n*ggas hating
i get caught with this, that’s a 5 year vacation
i was in the yard with the gangsters, i ain’t take no vocations
i got a certificate ?
keep the trap clean, papi still on probation
i was on ankle bracelets hitting armed robberies
i tried to tell papi “chill” but he do the same as me
we still robbing n*ggas like it’s no tomorrow
i go to jail, jump out, come in tomorrow
i’ma dead your ass but i’ma ask you “let me borrow it”
you ask ’bout that sh*t, they gone send your mom flowers
you ?
(armed and dangerous… armed and lethal)

- rx papi

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