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defjam vendetta - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh
yeah, n*gga
yeah

[verse]
i’m gon’ forever pop my sh*t i’m a legend in the trenches
walk in this b*tch like i’m beatrice since a boy i stepped on business
pap not the one for all the games i never been for pulling gimmicks
bro bounce out and throw the flame he stood over now he finished
i don’t care how it started i’m gon’ end it s600 with some thick sh*t
slide back to back my body different that’s a real ass her body different
hit haimov for all the men and got chains for all thе members
long range i could hit him b*tch i’m danny grangе with it
i’m in the paint like vc toting flame ducking dt’s thirteen hunnit for my jeans
louie on like i’m pharrell to clips good and bad he played wrong that’s his ass
shook him down for the bag we got pounds we got slabs
i’m in the kitchen breaking glass like walter white i’m breaking bad
if you owe me better pay me i don’t care how you much just make it fast
we take a break cook another batch drip, drop sh*t big as [mark schlabs?]
we torch ya brother in the gas sh*t hittin’ this n*gga punching
got hit with [?] cause he punched him i’m in the trenches chilling comfy
i got smack like i’m bumpy i’m moving smack across the country
i’m in the back with the junkies i’m in the benz bumping paco
[?] don’t know my name she always call me lil flocko
b*tch swerve dodge the pothole ring the flop i’m in the drop zone
popping perks long ride home he might be turnt but he ain’t on what i’m on
i walk in this b*tch like it’s the dawg drunk ass b*tch like “pass the don”
i caught the neck then passed her on
i’ll gave a b*tch what they asking for
i’m the one show you n*ggas how to f*ck a check up
walked in amiri spilled thirty thousand all over the floor told the b*tch go clean the mess up
them boys them mother f*ckin’ n*ggas b*tch that’s exactly how the f*ck you address us
these lil n*ggas some b*tches them crackers give you some money these n*ggas play dress up
n*gga i’m the top dog n*gga of all dogs if you feel like a dog then lil n*gga step up
give me a minute i hit it that blender i go to the pot little n*gga i could chef up
n*gga you feel like that should’ve said that sh*t cause why the f*ck ya b*tch ass never said nun
n*gga i’ll pull wide body back to back taking fl!cks everyday man i’m on a [?] run
n*gga i’ll walk in louie twenty thousand
cracker asking like where you get the bread from
winter time come i’ll go to chanel drop a dime only thing you needed was some hand warmers
[?] every time you see me i’m gon put my hands on it
geeked the f*ck up on perks right now n*gga saying sum like ralo
lil n*gga i pop my sh*t on a broke ass b*tch my tigh pads on got thou
b*tch i ain’t sh*t like your baby daddy hoe this pure white gold i can’t take my t**th out
big ass bankroll bussing out my amiri jeans n*gga this sh*t fatter then meatball
pour up a pint i crack b*tch hurry up and sip this b*tch i feel like steve austin
pull up to the club drop five hunnit n*gga the car i don’t even park it
bro wanna bust a n*gga head cause he talking his sh*t i’m like don’t even bother
n*gga so broke so god d*mn f*cked up n*gga i’m telling i wouldn’t even rob him
whenever them drugs kick in ima start getting paranoid n*gga finna act normal
a lot of these hoe ass n*ggas don’t start no sh*t then it won’t be no problem
n*gga i’m beatrice [?], [?] n*gga the f*ck you think you superman?
the f*ck you think you can beat this d*mn .40
bro don’t give no f*ck bout me rapping he still got grams on him
n*gga we the reason y’all whole block got chains with pictures of ya man on it
talk that sh*t on the internet n*gga you see me you gotta stand on it
got a big ass house got three or four b*tches with marble floors no panties on
every car i buy faster then a motha f*cker i do the dash on ‘em
hit sport plus and both of my b*tches and n*ggas showing ass on ‘em
i don’t give a f*ck who you bump the most i could tell you that n*gga took some swag from me
they say they want the old pap but this pap sound like he in his bag don’t he
they say papi do some shows b*tch tell them n*ggas to have some cash for me
these new n*ggas d*ck the f*ck out acting like they never had money
you singed for some sh*t i hit the drake and spend the bag on it
you the type n*gga so f*cked up and broke you’ll sign for fifty thousand
this the part where i don’t give a f*ck about sh*t suck my d*ck stop lying
they never stop me one time well they gotta stop me whenever i’m lying
i’m in the dog pit with dawg sh*t i dare you n*ggas to try it
ya man gone you dropped a diss song why the f*ck you ain’t slide?
who the f*ck man’s is this get a load of this guy
pulling dawg sh*t out my jeans that b*tch said good god
b*tch on her knees looking up to me like i’m god
they said “papi fell off i said oh my f*cking god”
n*gga you couldn’t be on my worst day no matter how hard you try
toe to toe blow for blow i’ll close your f*cking eyes
you don’t gotta believe a word i say you can ask my mom
fay a tell you since thirteen b*tch i move like a don
world hate but i still ball b*tch i’m like lebron
went and brought a f*cking porsche cause i never went to prom
i’ll take any one of you n*ggas to war b*tch i’m like saddam
say i’m out my f*cking mind b*tch i’m kobe in his prime
i get load with the guys lil’ brody tote a big .45 brody ask me stretch the grams i hit the pot and stretch my arms

- rx papi lyrics

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