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lirik lagu rx papi - i gotta clean my fishtank

[intro]
yeah
yeah
dawg sh~t records
real rx
yeah

[verse]
pull up two cups stuffed fresh as the f~ck i hop out that b~tch i stuck
tried to keep it low key got the gl!ck in the cut good crunk got me stuck
truck load came in 100 p’s on the bus ice ice baby i’m freeze i’m bussing
ion want to hit your weed you be smoking that ugh
swing out the car get to doing to much
block come out if a n~gga get buff
red eye h~llcat make a n~gga eat dust
ain’t no way in h~ll twelve gon ever keep up
if you press it and step n~gga don’t freeze up
six thousand dollars on a chain and a pendant
shoot up the car up i don’t care who in it
hunnit round drum they like “d~mn you trippin”
pour four lines and get geeked out my mind
it’s glue on the glock cause it’s stuck to my body
i’m real rx i can serve you narcotics
walk out the court room feeling like john gotti
take a n~gga rap deal ice out my whole body
got me f~cked up b~tch i’m in that mode
i still got the shooter at the back of the door
i still make my little n~gga wrap up the dope
my n~gga still strap up and ride with the low
i’m geeked the f~ck up cook a pie on the stove
take my shirt off stick my wrist in the bowl
wire rolls flood on me i’m froze still break it down serve you some remix
eye ball when the scale broke real dope boy i’m a living legend
i feel like wop in ‘07 call 911 i’m in a 9/11
feel like juice man when it come to rap
i wish dope boys had their own forbes list
i love the pot that b~tch gorgeous
same trap we put a new floor in
i wish brody could watch me cook
but i ain’t rapping i’m tryna jug run it up and then do it again again and again and again and again
i jump out the car with the gl!ck that extend
switch on a infin he seen me he ran
i threw at his man’s try to shoot for the win
let’s do it again and again and again and again
amiri the bag i scored a touchdown got it for the low i took it uptown
let my main man sample the dope he hit it one time say “it’s murder she wrote”
i stuff a slab and dirty [?] you probably wouldn’t understand cause you broke
if i wasn’t rapping i sell dope
can you get a deal from me h~ll no
it’s hot as a b~tch put the fan in the window
the kitchen to nba jam when i’m in it
i ain’t cook dope a whole slab in a minute
spin that b~tch throw a jab when i’m finished
walk out the kitchen like julia sees
that little bird know it’s a deuce in the freezer
i’m a real trap n~gga i’m trying to sell you some
stay on the sidewalk you scared or some
clutch my glock i’m prepared for some
pop this perk i’m hearing some
jump back in the car the engine running
throw this b~tch in gear and gun it
rag tied to the front like soulja slim
chain big as a b~tch you know it’s him
i don’t know that n~gga don’t let him in
trying to make every play on your espn
35 for a~ like kevin durant
i charge 40 for the~ he don’t know it’s hit
i’m a real nasty dealer i’ll show you a trick
had to get proper, i’m fresh as a b~tch
hurricane flood on my neck and fist
308 sound like the new zo6
no matter what they tell you no dope boy gon’ ever quit
stuck in the bowl cause i’m way too legit
served him a slab it was half a slit
papi got a ric flair flashy wrist
step on a slub do it accurate
got love for the kitchen i’m passion
got gruck in the blunt i ain’t passing it
keep yo blunt but just watch where you ashing it
if i’m driving it got to be fast as sh~t
ima’ go with my move f~ck around flip with whole strip
switch on the stick give a n~gga the whole clip
556 hit a n~gga with blue tips
big belly freddy i’m cooking a slab
n~gga mess up the bowl i’ll clean it up after
just pulled a slab out a dirty compressor
got my ice cubes in craig keep my glock on the dresser
my feet getting tired i’m really a stepper i cook up whatever it’s whatever whenever

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