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lirik lagu rx papi - beans

[intro]
yeah
the real rx

[verse]
one in the head for any altercation
sippin’ wockeisha on my way to the alter
my partner tryna talk me out of crazy decisions
left my gun in the car while i seen my p.o.
feel like tracy mcgrady, i give and i go
whatever you need, i can get it for the low
the game to be sold, it ain’t just to be told
if you know then you know, n~gga, that’s how it go
i sat the audi on forgiatos
on narcotics, swervin’, tryna dodge the potholes
i got shooters in traffic, they go where i go
even when i’m shoppin’ on melrose
in the ’87 like shawty lo
i’m thе man ’round this b~tch, shawty know
it’s a fast car, what you think i bought it for?
in the fast lane right now, i’m one forty~four
this b~tch ain’t еven in sport mode
hittin’ this ho like it got turbo
white cup full of purple
i’m sippin’ on barneys with bags from barney’s
too high to drive, gotta pull up on auntie
i came a long way hand~to~handin’ with junkies
now i start cars without usin’ a car key
and still pick up when i see auntie calling
live life no condom, i gave y’all the raw me
my last ho mad, she broke up, she salty
when i crashed my benz, came back in an audi
i walk in this b~tch like i’m barry gordy
most the time i’m dominic toretto
but sometimes i feel like jeff gordon
roll a blunt, pour a line while i’m recordin’
nine times out of ten, that’s jordy callin’
my b~tch shake ass like she from new orleans
i heard they got cheap lean in texas
let a n~gga think he gonna finesse me
then get his sh~t kicked in like david beckham
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a workout when i stretch him
he could be usain bolt, 5.56 catch him
i get to the pot, i’m ambidextrous
watch what you doin’, don’t make a mess with this
auntiie said she think i’m heaven~sent
talkin’ crazy, get your melon split
not a trapper, you ain’t sellin’ sh~t
you a rat, i know you tellin’ sh~t
sine a boy, i been through h~ll and sh~t
i don’t drink green or that yellow sh~t
hi~tech, wock’, maybe tris
fill it to the top and baby sip
held the cup so d~mn long
lookin’ at me like i’m baby sittin’
hit the pot, i got a crazy wrist
i cannot stand a lazy b~tch
cinderella madder than a b~tch
came home booted off the sh~t
laid down, gave her lazy d~ck
she like, “papi, who you playin’ with?”
it ain’t no one how i pre~made this sh~t
most of the time, i just be sayin’ sh~t
say a bunch of fire sh~t and don’t save the sh~t
i don’t know what the f~ck be wrong with my brain and sh~t
if i could, i would explain the sh~t
but i can’t, so i ain’t gonna explain the sh~t
hit the range and work on my aim and sh~t
5.56 hit a n~gga in his pancreas
gl!ck on my hip, i came with this
pap stay armed and dangerous
that old~ass foreign, you should be ashamed of it
i wouldn’t wanna be the n~gga that hang with him
i used to have neck braids like jermaine and them
but i was never in the same gang as them
they was doin’ dirty n~gga sh~t
i was tryna get a chain and sh~t
before i meet up with a gang of hoes
i’d rather go out and hit a l!ck
been that way since a lil’ jit
and it ain’t gonna be no different sh~t
get low in the cut and get high as f~ck
i hate when a n~gga size me up
n~gga, i will beat the f~ck out you if you try your luck
it ain’t nan’ n~gga that’s invincible
you seen what happened to fbg duck
i ain’t from chicago
i don’t know what the f~ck they got goin’ on, so i don’t give a f~ck
i’m gon’ say what the f~ck on my mind
n~gga, i do this sh~t here all the time
ridin’ with the gl!ck on my side
’cause it ain’t nan’ n~gga gon’ take mine
n~gga, i know bds, gds, dope fiends that’ll steal a tv
i know bloods, i know crips, i know n~ggas that’ll go off in your sh~t
i know vice lords and [?][3:05]
n~gga, they’re lethal
my trap look like a cathedral
i’m in that b~tch wearin’ all white like the beatles
this sh~t’ll get uglier than beanie sigel

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