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lirik lagu rx papi - 12 min freestyle

[intro]
drop a brick on the scale, woah, that’s heavy, n~gga
dawg $hit records, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
i’a get a n~gga k!lled for some petty sh~t
i can’t stand an old naggin’~ass beggin’ b~tch
i up the drake and behead a b~tch
i’m way ahead of my time, i’m ahead of sh~t
wear a size nine how i step on sh~t
n~ggas actin’ like they tough, feel the pressure cl!ck
he screamin’ like a b~tch when the weapon lit
they know what the f~ck it is when i’m steppin’ in
h~ll nah, i’m in your city, i’on check in with sh~t
b~tch, best check in with me
got what the f~ck you want, got what the f~ck you need
i got it for the high and i got it for the cheap
got some sh~t that’s gon’ take long, sh~t you move in a week
n~gga, when you come, come by by the fleet
psh, get that sh~t from me, i got what you–, pshh
i got–, mhh, i got–, tss
i got sh~t you never heard of
he ain’t no trapper, that n~gga ain’t never served none
these n~ggas flip burgers, and answers phone calls
contract k!ller, take your dome off
i’on really talk long on the phone at all, i’on give a f~ck if it’s my b~tch, my momma or my dog
i’on even play like that, watch what you say like that
’cause sh~t could happen, i take that sh~t the wrong way
smack the sh~t out a n~gga ’cause i had a long day
yeah, i’m grimy, better listen to what every f~ckin’ song say
get you k!lled lookin’ at me the wrong way
i’on really trust sh~t, and from the jump, b~tch, i been the wrong n~gga you won’t f~ck with
designered down, hoe, this ain’t trukfit
garage small as h~ll, b~tch, the truck barely fit
yeah, they know what the f~ck it is
i’m the one but i’m not one of them
f~ck around with me, i beat and shot one of them
spot ’em, got ’em, and drop one of them
this sh~t get ugly, n~gga, came by myself, you bet’ not touch me, n~gga
i got my motherf~ckin’ yeah on me, you play, b~tch, i’m leavin’ with your yeah on me
i got them blues too, oh, i’m sorry, i confused you
the gang pulled up, masked up, like, “who’s who?”
yeah, b~tch, sad news
bad news, caskets, roses, closed ’em, no, they not open
faceshot gang, how we do it
yeah, i slide that dog back, b~tch, and slide for like three minutes
yeah, i slide that dog back and shoot this motherf~cker ’til it’s empty
slide that dog back and shoot this motherf~cker ’til they finished
yeah, layin’ n~ggas down, they playin’ games, n~gga, we don’t play around
shh, don’t make a sound, i kicked the door in and then take ’em down
i wave the pound, and then take a pound
yeah, b~tch, it ain’t safe around
they gotta pay they taxes, b~st~rd
you can’t trap unless you n~ggas come and ask us
b~tch, i own all my masters, i got a glock on me bigger than a plasma
you move wrong, p~ssy~n~gga, you could have it
i shoot like dirk when he first signed with mavericks
i cook dope with a passion, they like–, pshh, pap’ be blackin’
i’on punch in, nah, not today
i ain’t goin’ back in, i’m goin’ on and on, i’m talkin’ on and on
and i’ma slide with my dog, care if he wrong
if he wrong, he wrong, so be it, n~gga, but i’m ridin’ with him and we’ll leave a n~gga
i’m not a speaker, n~gga, i got a hood hoe, i’on want no diva either
yeah, yeah, yeah
should i stop? no, b~tch, i’m still goin’
ice on my wrist, b~tch, it’s still snowin’
they like, “boy, you got some rap money now”
what you think, i’m finna act funny now?
you think i’m finna turn funny style?
you think i’m finna stop runnin’ round with my .40 cal’?
.30 on me, b~tch, but it’s–, pshh, fourty in it
huh, i said that backwards, n~gga
i got on a .40 on me, n~gga, and it’s thirty in it
so that mean i could hit thirty n~ggas
so tell me, do it look like i’m worried, n~gga?
i’m real rx, no, you can’t serve me, n~gga
this gang sh~t, you gotta watch all the n~ggas that you hang with
and i ain’t got no main b~tch, i’on claim sh~t
all these hoes tryin’ to get famous
lil keed, i’a leave b~tch nameless
bing, bow, i’a leave a n~gga brainless
they like, “wow, i like how that n~gga chain hit”
tss, i’m on the same sh~t
i got dog and i still make the ‘caine flip
you want raw, n~gga? we could make arrangements
and i’ma ride for every n~gga i came with
i’m on that gang sh~t, i’m on that meech sh~t
i’m on that “‘ddicted to the motherf~ckin’ street” sh~t
i’m on that “cops ask questions, i ain’t see” sh~t
i’m on that, “shh, be quiet, gotta sneak” sh~t
i’m on that “hrrr, srt” sh~t
i remember they said i wouldn’t be sh~t
my wrist cop a cheap brick, it cost more when it’s remixed
i jugg more than scoota, n~gga
i have my lil’ n~gga on a scooter, n~gga
slide by, drive~by, he’ll do you n~gga
“what you do for a living?”, b~tch, what it’s to you, n~gga?
mind your motherf~ckin’ business, hoe
we shoot sh~t, hit them and hit the witness, hoe
my b~tch got a big ass and she pigeon~toed
she suck good d~ck so i give her dough
a lil’ wrong, but you know how that go
i got options, b~tch, eenie~meenie~miney~moe
i got a drake and any given second it’ll blow
i got a drake but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout ovo
if you know, you know, sh~t
you said you want a what for what? you better slow your roll
he said he want some what? hit him with the okie~doe
trap sh~t, n~gga, b~tch, this all i know
my momma told me, “change it up”, she said, “stop talkin ’bout that”
i said, “momma, i’m a trapper, can’t stop talkin’ bout that”
she said, “boy, why the f~ck your ass walkin’ like that?”
’cause that sh~t on me will put a n~gga in the coffin like that
dawg $hit, yeah, i’a dog sh~t
i’m addicted to that raw sh~t
f~ck the d.a. and all the laws with ’em
they like, “man, what’s wrong with that n~gga?”
lotta n~ggas don’t get along with me
he don’t sell dope, he probably won’t make no song with me
they said it’s a lotta wrong in me, but it’s some good in me
it’s just the hood in me, and under the hood a hemi
supercharged, these n~ggas super fraud
i got a .30 on me, up it, b~tch, n~gga, who’s y’all?
who the f~ck let them n~ggas in?
pat them n~ggas down ‘fore they steppin’ in
slow your f~ckin’ roll what i recommend
‘fore i up this f~ckin’ glock and go to wreckin’ sh~t
like wreck~it ralph, b~tch, this my house
i say what the f~ck goin’ on and who comin’ in and out
n~gga, this my sh~t, yeah
so why the f~ck is all these broke~ass n~ggas on my d~ck?
they love me out in public but they hate a n~gga on private
y’know how the f~ck i’m rockin’, go ‘head, try it
cuban on me, n~gga, i’m finna bust it down
plug called me ten minutes before it’s touchin’ down
it wasn’t nothin’ then, b~tch, and it ain’t nothin’ now
you don’t know, what? b~tch, move the f~ck around
they like, “pap’, you need to buckle down”
h~ll nah, you needa stay the f~ck from ’round
’cause i could tell this sh~t ain’t in you
b~tch, i’a black on any f~ckin’ instrumental, it’s that simple
man, i’m that motherf~ckin’ n~gga, and i been that n~gga
i get you gone and i hit at n~ggas
i don’t gotta pay, i do that sh~t my d~mn self
i cook dope on my own, don’t need no d~mn help
i run the spot, n~gga, h~ll nah, i ain’t no worker, n~gga
and if i don’t know you, best believe me, i won’t serve you, n~gga
i’m prolly highed up on the percies, n~gga
it ain’t no reason to but i’m still nervous, n~gga
they know what the f~ck goin’ on with me
yeah, i should take a break but i ain’t on that
i would talk long but i think the phone tapped
my b~tch wanna f~ck but i ain’t on that
don’t got time for it
i bought the b~tch, it’s cheap, b~tch, it was tom ford
just to told the b~tch i got time for her
but i ain’t got no time for her
a dope boy, d~ckies suit and some concords
french plug, call me “bong~jour”
my momma used to tell me, “boy, the world’s yours”
i told my momma i got girl and boy
like an orphanage, i slide through scorchin’ sh~t
i might porch this b~tch, on my bentley sh~t
i don’t give a sh~t ’cause they ain’t give me sh~t
yeah, i’m on some bullsh~t
i ain’t got nothin’ for a n~gga but a full~clip
and i ain’t got sh~t for a b~tch but a long d~ck
i’m on some dawg $hit, they on some fraud sh~t
i’m on some “been there, did that, did it all” sh~t
i’m on some “if you some need yeah, i’m who you call, b~tch”
yeah, they know what the f~ck is up
and i could bet my last dollar they can’t f~ck with us
i could keep goin’, n~gga, talkin’ sh~t
i crash cars back~to~back, d~gg~n’ sh~t
the whole world know exactly how the f~ck i do
i’m a boss, n~gga, tell me, who the f~ck is you?
hey, they watched me do this sh~t from the ground up
f~ck around, they gon’ have to dig the ground up and put you in it
ain’t no love for a p~ssy or a b~tch n~gga
everywhere i go, pap’ got the stick with him
i up this b~tch broad day and leave you disfigured
it’s thirty shots but i’m only hittin’ six n~ggas
b~tch, i been the starter, never been a bench, n~gga
or the sixth n~gga
they like, “who the f~ck is this n~gga?” and, “f~ck that n~gga”
b~tch, i’m a rich n~gga, b~tch, look at this n~gga
i got a brick on my wrist, b~tch, six figures
five, b~tch, i’m lyin’, i don’t give a f~ck though
half of these n~ggas lil’ custos
every last n~gga ’round me cutthroat
we don’t love hoes but we f~ck hoes
can’t do plains, gotta bust those
if you don’t got enough money, b~tch, don’t touch those
diors cost a rack, b~tch, ask a–, tss
diors cost a rack, b~tch, that’s a fact
we pull up in them scats, yeah, back~to~back
get to wackin’ sh~t, b~tch, and that’ll be that
i’on wanna talk, p~ssy n~gga
you gon’ see the spark, p~ssy n~gga
actin’ like a k!ller and you on that, until you layin’ on the ground ’cause your dumb~ass got offed, n~gga
you know pap’ don’t talk, n~gga, i’m a raw n~gga, and a dog dealer
[break]
you stupid~ass b~tch, dawg $hit records, n~gga
you stupid~ass b~tch
long live them boys, b~tch, dawg $hit records
n~gga

[verse 2]
man, i would stop, but f~ck that, i got some sh~t to say
same sh~t, different day, new hollows, different k
them n~ggas broke, i had to lead the way
b~tch, i’a save the day, they–, psh
too much sh~t i got up on my mind
i had to bust down the yeah~yeah, i can’t tell the time
paranoid as sh~t, peekin’ through the blinds
i told my brother, “what’s yours is yours, n~gga, what’s mines is mines”
and that’s just how it go
we could share everythin’, down to the hoes
down to the jewelry, cars and all the clothes
down to the rolls, n~gga, this sh~t’s yours
in these streets, b~tch, i went gold
a real dope dealer n~gga, never sold my soul
and i never told, always played my role
i’m good with that rock, steve nash on the give~and~go
b~tch, i can get it gone
b~tch askin’ what type of sh~t i’m on
like, “sh~t, b~tch, is you gon’ give a n~gga dome?”
every other day i gotta get a different phone
i’on know what they on, i’on know who they watchin’
i’on know who listen, they say, “you trippin'”
they said, “since you got some money, you startin’ to move different”
i’m like, “b~tch, what the f~ck you mean? b~tch, i been havin’ sh~t
i been talkin’ sh~t, i been stashin’ sh~t
i been buyin’ audis just so i can crash the b~tch”
she ain’t sh~t, but i still gassed the b~tch
and i’m on some flashy sh~t
i don’t like questions too much so don’t be askin’ sh~t
real private n~gga, quiet, n~gga
one in the head when i’m ridin’, n~gga
got ks in the closet, bin laden, n~gga
sh~t, you woulda thought i was out hidin’ with him
my n~ggas slide like al~qaeda, n~gga
i got crips and bloods and all kinda n~ggas
all kinda k!llers, all kinda dealers, all kinda robbers
and some sl!ck~talkers, and some con’ n~ggas
that’s the type of sh~t i’m on n~gga
f~ck a record deal, i got it on my own
if you need it, b~tch, i got it, just call my phone
sh~t, text me, n~gga
[outro]
dawg $hit records, you stupid~ass b~tch
put your motherf~ckin’ mask on, yeah

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