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house painter - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
f*ck it
listen
yeah
pshhh
yeah
on god
uh
uuuuuh

[verse]
i got drunk as h*ll last night
where the f*ck i park my audi?
he said i jumped out the car on a n*gga
so where the f*ck my .40?
he said, “cuz, you should take your ass home and change them dirty clothes”
chase a n*gga down and stand over him, then go overboard
my mind racing and i ain’t even gon’ lie ’cause my head hurt
where the f*ck my phone at?
it’s in the car, brodie got it
cuz in the back, shiesty’d up, b*tch, you know we wildin’
all we know is homicide
since a kid, traumatizing
i jump in the car, cuz turn me up likе you a stupid n*gga
them n*ggas be shooting sh*t, but my n*ggas be shooting n*ggas
i jump out that car in broad daylight and i go stupid with it
no mask, b*tch, thеy know it’s pap
ar with the shoulder strap
went to h*ll for that money, b*tch, again i don’t mind going back
my mama say it’s wool on me
abuela say i need a cleanse
i just put a beam on my glock, i gotta hit my mans
the opps know i’m an top slider
six of them n*ggas got shot
yeah, them p*ssies know how i rock
b*tch, we sticked up like iraq
he got hit with his baby mum
the dumb b*tch tried to pray to god
broski hop out, wave the rod
they tried to slide, we sprayed the car
on god, them boys don’t go for nothing
’bout that money, slit your throat or something
rr, rr, rr, they know we coming
a n*gga shot me in my back
on him i put a lot of money
for two months he was hiding from me
when the f*ck i lie to you?
i jump out, put that fire on you
neph hate when i talk like that
i hate when they act like i ain’t like that
just ask any of the opps
if they ever seen me out that car
made n*ggas run the 40 yard
and sent some n*ggas up to god
it’s still long live them boys
and free my motherf*cking dogs
i don’t give a f*ck, it’s broad day
these n*ggas play, i’ma let it off
ay, why you talking like that?
papi, why you walking like that?
boy, this pistol bigger than a b*tch
i’ll put a n*gga in a spliff
police got me in the gang book
they got my name on four homis
they can’t tie me to n0body
them n*ggas a bunch of n0bodies
yeah, you strapped but you ain’t got no bodies
n*gga, how you wanna go about it?
them n*ggas will be at your door about it
it ain’t nowhere you can hide in the city
[outro]
on god

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