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skitzo - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
it’s the dawg
uh
uh
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
yeah

[verse]
yeah bad b*tch facetime me with no panties on
i came in here with my pistol i don’t stand alone
i’m at that pot turn one and two b*tch the damage done
he been shopping back to back i ain’t blame him once
n*gga think he gon’ get something out me n*gga that sh*t runs
b*tch thought i was going to pay her for her p*ssy i’m like “that b*tch drunk”
b*tch better not ask me for a dollar b*tch i’ll pay you i want
pull up back to back in big black sh*t i look like donald trump
big ass spil bust my lungs the last time you busted your gun
i run through 50 every month i don’t know what they told you but i’m the one
in a dirty ass kitchen junkiеs running around i got pradas on
i get hungry been a block knock on the door see if grandma home
thеse n*ggas never sold dope miss me with that sh*t
b*tton on the chop bend ya block you can’t miss with that sh*t
rob your dumb ass 2.5 i’m lil’ cris with that sh*t
pull a raw draws break your jaw i’m quick with that sh*t
go zero to 100 in a second i’m a skits with that sh*t
you brought your gun and post on ig you ain’t got no skits with that sh*t
i just paid hunnit for a 7 got full splits with that sh*t
just cuz’ she got a bag don’t mean she got cash she suck d*ck for that sh*t
a lot of n*ggas really go outside and want trick for that sh*t
i gave her two hundred dollars that’s not a payment that’s a tip for that sh*t
when bro a loose screw he off the tool he tryna sh*t bag sh*t
scoop her 560 she like “i like the way you whip this sh*t”
sport plus mode b*tch ain’t even know the car can get that quick
she tryna give me dome while i’m on the wheel she gotta chill with that sh*t
bend the block shooter in the driver b*tch i’m ill with that sh*t
i ain’t no drill rapper but the city know i do drills in this sh*t
let my gun go at any moment i’m trying to pill some sh*t
way before rap i had a check i was in the field for this sh*t
don’t play me for no little n*gga you a f*ck around and get k!lled for that sh*t
i’mma make the rules and break the rules f*ck how you feel about this sh*t
ummi trying hardest to give me chill think ima’ get k!lled in this sh*t
it’s 762s this drake and he get filled with this sh*t
three thousand dollars flat b*tch this a real amiri’s fit
i probably only wear this b*tch once won’t even take no pic
every*time i turn around it’s new n*ggas jumping on my d*ck
i jumped in her dm and then i jumped in your b*tch
you signed to them n*ggas ain’t get no chain boy you broke as a b*tch
screaming this n*gga name back to back like you holding his d*ck
they like pap “you really got to chill”
you get on some sh*t n*ggas act like i wasn’t in that field boy you on some sh*t
your man make shirts i remember when he sold nicks
all that brick talk inside your songs n*ggas never sold sh*t

- rx papi lyrics

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