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boobie red - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
(oh, 5.starchrome)

[verse]
i’m in the kitchen i’m [?] like b00bie red
off a perc i could talk to the walking dead
took a dub and hit the mall again
[?] get busy got dog in it got thick sh*t pouring up a whole pint
real dope boy been like this my whole life
over the strove had cold nights hot blade not a cold knife
when the time right we gon’ strike hop out shooting sh*t up on sight
call bro phone he’ll get you right send fifty of them b*tches over night
h*ll yeah ray*ray show you right
if them n*gga go left i’m going right
mouth piece look like a whole bowl of ice
in the trap hearing sh*t poltergeist sipping loaded, loaded, loaded sprite
don’t bring a knife to a gun fight had dark days no sunshine
go to war with troops on front line money in hand i demand every*time
they bump pap in jail they know every line
riding ‘round with a bunch of fed time
baby thick and her head fire my pockets bigger than b00bie n*gga
if you gon’ do it then do it n*gga
cuz’ could rap he don’t wanna rap he said “he’ll rather go shoot a n*gga”
you gotta chase the money you act the money finna just come to you n*gga
ole dumb ass stupid n*gga nah for real (nah real)
i’ll pour up this pint get high as sh*t i’m denching in water might drown my b*tch
dope boy pull up crazy sh*t jump rocking the latest sh*t
i’m sky high i’m late as sh*t give the dj my phone like “play this sh*t”
that’s how i feel i’ma say that sh*t you don’t get in that field don’t play that sh*t
n*gga i’m balling on you n*ggas so god d*mn long i wake up i feel like phil jackson
he say he a fan he cool with my man’s i don’t really give a d*mn i’m still gon’ tax him
at the back of the stove beating that b*tch backwards
they swung that belt they dropped [?]
you took to long should’ve came when i had it
thirty one to a deuce i could show you some magic
break the board when i dunk feel like shaq with the magic
dirty [?] dreaming about the mansion whole squad n*gga this here danny phantom
wwe put him up then slam him type n*gga ride around with one in the head
cause this can be get hectic these n*ggas gon’ crumble under pressure
[lock in the sock go to swinging that metal?]
no matter how it go he gon’ get you together

- rx papi lyrics

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