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replica pap jersey - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
ah sh*t
i’m ballin’ on these n*ggas b*tch
been ballin’ on these n*ggas

[verse]
i been ballin on these n*ggas b*tch, where you think he got it from?
every time i hit the foreign lot, b*tch ima’, cop me one
i ain’t putting sh*t in no b*tch name dumb hoe ,i got a lot of funds
paid over a thousand for all these amiris and b*tch i got a thousand of them
i bust this rubber band on this bankroll better b*tch won’t find the one (bah, bah, bah, frr, frr)
little jumped out with all kind of guns
some safe to do you better find you some
it’s a b*tton on the back it ain’t no time to run
you better know i’m the one, but i’m not one of them
bro, up score gеt bored then go again
n*gga i’ve ballin’ sincе i came in i’m the reason why the whole gang win
nah them his n*ggas i’m not with them big ten on me yeah i got it in
i was in la for two weeks and i got a benz
pourin’ pint after pint told you how to sip
you the type to move a b*tch in ya crib when a hoe with me, i don’t buy her sh*t
b*tch i want crib after crib after crib after crib n*gga like i’m a relative
we get the dope load them get the dope sold i put a hunnit thousand in the frigerator
seventeen thousand in louie just doing sh*t
you don’t pop it how i pop it little n*gga you new to this
trim my t**th a thirty bro be cool but keep a thirty
they tryna foul me reach for my jersey triple double
i drop a forty
f*ck a rack b*tch i got it on me sh*t a go left in a heartbeat
spend a n*gga deal on rp’s i don’t touch them if they ain’t foreign car keys
block a b*tch number don’t call me
i ain’t give her nothing she salty
watch paid private b*tch stalk me
auntie on her knees fear of guard me
10 mil turn sh*t to zombies bust your f*cking head a concrete
drop two fours like i’m kobe
papi on that sh*t lord og’s f*ck you and your og
one man one band one sound if i don’t like the plan i change them round
this my sh*t sit your five dollar ass down
i’m pootie tang with the belt b*tch [?] fully 308 sound like “grahh”
10 mil bigger than big cloud make a n*gga big as him sit down
n*gga i’ve ballin so d*mn hard these n*ggas want replicas of my jersey
n*gga my mama tell you the day she found out i was serving
i stick my wrist in a bowl and curving i get on that sh*t then n*ggas get nervous
dawg sh*t records i started that blood, sweat, tears put my heart in that
i’m that boy i been saying that ain’t sh*t going to be bigger than pap
i’m dolo everywhere i go i ain’t go to bounce out with a gang of n*ggas
be real i don’t even want to hang with n*ggas
i get way too much change for n*ggas
i made a whole lane for n*ggas
and i took whole things from n*ggas
now who the f*ck want to tell me i didn’t?
don’t tell me sh*t show me that you with it
i walk around with a bankroll i’m at the bank when the bank closed
i pull a rock from the pot this sh*t gave auntie the stank nose
before i was rocking a cuban i robbed the n*gga for a franco
these n*ggas weird like franco i’m that n*gga like jango
b*tch i’m him i’m who you looking for i’m in the kitchen whipping cooking off
deep in my bag b*tch don’t p*ss me off i don’t what it is b*tch i get it off
i walk in this b*tch like “suck my d*ck”
i walk in this b*tch like “i’m rich as sh*t”
i walk in this b*tch like “you’s a b*tch”
i walk in this b*tch and shoot you in your sh*t
i walk in this b*tch like stefon diggs
i wink my eye and take a n*gga b*tch
b*tch jaw drop she came in my crib
b*tch your mom house not big as this
b*tch i’m the one i’m coming trim
pull up a s600 benz no, it’s not that and i’m not him
pull out racks like b*tch “i’m him”
n*gga i’ve been ballin so d*mn long they got my jersey in every gym
before i was fourteen, i spent over 14,000 just shopping at kim’s
amiri slim fit loose lace the timbs these n*ggas cap these n*ggas brim
you whooping me that kid slim this ain’t that and that ain’t this

- rx papi lyrics

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