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lirik lagu daddy was da dope man – rx papi

[intro]
bump my sh*t n*gga (yea, yea, yea)
aye, my daddy was the dope man? (yea, yea)
real rx (yea, yea)

[verse]
my daddy was the dope man
my mommy loved the n*gga
they f*cked and had me, a lil’ hustler n*gga
i ain’t taking sh*t back, it is what it is
it was what it was, b*tch i did what i did
product of my environment, i got it and they trying it
i got it for the low that’s why they buying it
to the top, i kept on climbing, they tried to bring me down
i just re’d up i got 50 pounds, and i got some for twelve*hunnit, you could get ‘em now
i’d get off my ass and get it, i ain’t sittin’ ‘round
i’m in a rental low*key, catching l!cks out my b*tch car
while she at work, b*tch we need the work
so you need to work, take it easy first
my momma tell me slow my roll, i’m my daddy son
so goin’ for that bullsh*t? b*tch i ain’t having none
b*tch i’m having funds, you could add me up
i sell dope for a living, b*tch, i ain’t having fun
yea, i had to run, i’m still havin’ it
rap going good, i pulled 10 off a tape
in a good day in the trap, i make 10 in a day
they said you can’t be a rapper and a dope dealer (what n*gga?)
b*tch i do what i want, i ain’t listening to no n*gga
i cooked seven grams for my man for some stu’ time
i got too much sh*t on my mind, i’m your favorite rapper, b*tch
i’m a dope boy banger, i don’t make songs for the kids
probably raise the dope prices when my tape drop, broad day, face shot, two stones, eight pots, big body, eight blocks
used to sell dime bags and crack on ‘ery block
f*ck the competition, i know i could get it cheaper
she said she wanna slide, you could slide, i don’t need ya
rather bet it on myself, b*tch, cause i know what i’m doing
i *n*lyzed this sh*t a thousand times, know
what i want from it
these n*ggas got too many war stories with nothing to show for it
ill never hold my nuts on a n*gga, i tell him go for it
around my way, these n*ggas gon’ try you if you p*ssy
keep your eyes to yourself, cause n*ggas’ll try you just for looking
you know how mind your business, everything’ll go smooth
when them troopers get behind me, all i know is be cool
b*tch said she like my swag, and she like to vibe with me
i asked her would she take a five hour drive with me
everything i do discreet b*tch, i be on mob business
i’m a smooth dude, no matter how you put it
my first 15 grams, i f*cked it up, i couldn’t cook it
i got some money, bought some more, i couldn’t f*ck it up
i sold bags of hard in my marj’ f*cked up truck
angel called me, 2 o’clock, wake me up out my d*mn sleep
shh—, f*ck that, a n*gga gotta eat
these are legendary dope deals, they on some jeezy sh*t
i told them i was gon’ do it, they ain’t believe the sh*t
right in front of they face, they had to see the sh*t
now they got they hand out, cause they need the kid
i’ll curve em, i don’t need a b*tch
my new b*tch said she got me, and i hope it’s true
my man moving funny, ahh n*gga not you
[refrain]
(i’m the product of the dope man, and a young b*tch)
(said my daddy was the dope man, what you think he made n*gga?)
(i’m the product of the dope man, and a young b*tch)
(said my daddy was the dope man, what you think he made n*gga?)

[bridge]
too many long nights, had to sit down with my brother, had to get it right
five days straight in that f*cking minivan
i hate that f*cking van with a passion
if it wasn’t for that van, i probably wouldn’t even be rapping
for a reason, sh*t happen
i ain’t gon’ sit down and, be on my ass broke
i’m gon’ get up, i’m gon’ make some sh*t happen
i told brodie, “i got your back, you could never slip”
fall out ‘bout a b*tch, now i would never trip
it is what it is, i’ll tell you off the rip
as soon as a n*gga play, that’s when i pull it off the hip
i’m quickdraw mcgraw, you could ask shaw
i really whip raw, out a glass—, pshhh
i really whip raw, outta glass jars
that lil’ n*gga got raw, and he go hard
my back against the wall, auntie p*ssing me off
this the last straw, my patience running thin
they tryna do me in, but they can’t catch a n*gga
whew, i’m finessing n*ggas
[refrain]
(i’m the product of the dope man, and a young b*tch)
(said my daddy was the dope man, what you think he made n*gga?)
(i’m the product of the dope man, and a young b*tch)
(aye, my daddy was the dope man, what you think he made n*gga?)
(and my daddy was the—, what you think he made n*gga?)

- rx papi

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