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trimothy johnson - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
(that’s crazy)
n*gga my*
n*gga
couldn’t f*ck with a baby picture of me n*gga
little ass n*gga yeen even got a car broke ass n*gga yeen even got a car
n*gga
can’t f*ck with me n*gga my worst day
one of the worst days of my life
probably be of your mother f*cking existence n*gga
can’t f*ck with me n*gga
let me tell you why you can’t f*ck with me

[verse]
cause my draws cost a lot pull foreign cars off the lot
you think that b*tch bad as sh*t i drop it off and get the top
n*gga my house big as sh*t my mouth cost a brick
i slang bowls and hit the road i ain’t sell out for this sh*t
they ran north with a kid n*gga your scout getting hit
that ho ex stuck up on the gram she stay on top of my d*ck
wake up in the morning porsche or beamer what car ima’ pick
ain’t doing no mother f*cking show can’t bring my rod in this b*tch
she say “papi your little petty ass”
i say “yo big ole heavy ass”
yo chatty petty messy ass
i up the racks my bragging ass
she crunch your face i crack the bag
we catch him lacking that’s his ass
i pull up foreign back to back
she call me “papi” i’m her dad
you don’t want to go band for band
you really don’t stand a chance
a ten mill will hit you it’s no need for ambulance
whether the bowl or the pan get beat to death with my hands
i up the pole then i bam fore’ he even got in his stance
[?] your b*lls on my b*lls i’m from a whole another land
i put a hole in your man then a hole go again
on my block i’m the rock i’m controlling the gram
truck load in a ram 40 bowls of the blam
it’s getting sold n*gga ain’t nun for the low i don’t give a d*mn
said “she see me on the gram” and always knew i be a man
diamonds dance like marcus houston when he was doing it for little saint
rack for rack and break the bank i’m a shark shark shark on a b*tch until she faint
i dropped a six but the six is game took six n*ggas from the gang
walked in and walked out with my chains big ass porsche truck hog the lane
she gave me jaw don’t know my name i up the rod you heard the bang
these n*ggas washed like little lil zane don’t rock no shiesty this a turban
i’m with some chocolate sh*t she curvy this b*tch ass so fat i’m nervous
[?] buy this b*tch chanel purses she eat me up while i’m driving
on the highway got me swerving fresh as f*ck but i’m dirty
this a 40 it hold thirty ben the block hop out like i don’t know what the f*ck the curve is
if he play board day it’ll be a mother f*cking murder
[?] say foe don’t look firth*teen but he the one that up the burner
these n*ggas move like gunna wrong move and i’ll burn them

- rx papi lyrics

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