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whatever you heard its worst - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
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it’s the dawg
ayo saint
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[verse]
uh huh, uh, huh uh, huh my neck like b*tch i look like bishop don juan
i’m deep up out that bike n*gga you don’t want nun
it ain’t sh*t sweet but papi walk ‘round with a hunbun
ten milly come off my waist i get to banging this b*tch like paul george
tuff sh*t sound cool but if you wanna do
n*gga i’m all for it
i’m front line with my gun firing i’m with top score in all wars
im smoking that sh*t out the pound n*gga this sh*t look like a small forest
you n*ggas ain’t got no motha f*cking money these n*ggas pop broke
i’m scr*ping chasing hunnit after hunnit beat it till the pot broke
15k one day that’s how this block go i’ll drink ya baby mom rent and catch my shot slow
band and some change on my jeans n*gga these not those
i was selling bags when i was running with the snot nose
now i make a call get the whole f*cking block closed
lil bro don’t got lotta money but hе got souls
auntie said the smack from the еighties she said i got sold
bro you got here 20 minutes late that sh*t got sold
let this sh*t dry up where i’m at then we gon’ hit the road
i feel like hulk hogan in the kitchen when i beat the bowl
run up two hunnit thousand dollars while i was on parole
fay and ummi tell that sh*t both it ain’t no lies told
he rap like a dope deal but never had a pot sold
pap a real dope whipper could do it with my eyes closed
gen 5 with the flat back on the back naw they ain’t got those
these n*ggas be fanned out d*ck ridin’ c*ck blowers
we always get one up on the opps this sh*t not over
all you did was sell a quarter pound b*tch you not sosa
i’m nino when i come through this b*tch take the whole block over
you nino on the top of stairs when his ass got shot over
i might drop a six on top of six i feel lil’ tovii real deal raw two fours i feel like i’m kobe
yeah bro i get it you bump my sh*t but you do not know me
i’m in pen town higher then a b*tch with some shots in me
how the f*ck y’all n*ggas in the war and y’all not scoring
we done hit every n*gga we came for this sh*t done got boring
you the top shooter in your raps but you not on it we done spun your block back to back you was not on it
big benz s600 that’s how i’m coming n*ggas don’t get no fire warning play with my money
b*tton on the back on the frr it won’t stop coming
brody ain’t come back with a hat but he shot sum’n
i don’t know why the f*ck you got a gat you never shot nothing
you talk like a k!ller in your raps n*gga stop bluffing
any n*gga play gon’ get the belt give a f*ck if it’s my cousin
i walked in amiri for a fit dropped forty five hunnit
cluck b*tch all on my d*ck couldn’t take her eyes off me
swerving in a benz behind tint they think i’m driving saucy
tris brick yeen even wanna know what this b*tch cost me
sixty ball for the ap b*tch i’m jack frosty
toting big sh*t guarantee this gon’ back shaq off me
double cups b*tch i sip that stuff this ain’t black coffee
you know d*mn well you ain’t have a enough why the f*ck you call me
b*tch told me i won’t be much i know she f*cking salty
it ain’t no way in h*ll he getting up this a f*cking .40
can’t no n*gga in the world tell me do nun i’m not a f*cking shorty
[outro]
it’s the dawg

- rx papi lyrics

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