lirik lagu rx papi - murda man
(intro)
d~generation x
d~generation
(verse 1)
i’ll knock your f~cking head off your shoulders
b~tch watch your mouth you’ll think we with the secret service the way we finna watch your house sneaking through a n~gga front lawn like his foxes round throw 62 grams in a pot i’m finna lock it down he used to be the man in the spot and they shot him down i’m balling slide foreign n~ggas trying to knock me out of bounce block hot them n~ggas dropping they looking for me i’m not around pouring liquor at that n~gga grave site go ahead pop it now i might slide out the philly get some smack from my brother quanny i came hеre high as sh~t i just smacked up another johnny b~tton on thе back of my g~lock i feel like trump and them you a p~ssy rapping ass n~gga like “lil pump” and them cuz be whooping your ass until you blue i’m still jumping in b~tch i’m ax with that drake who the f~ck want rum with this if you ain’t gon shoot get out the mother f~cking wheel i’m on some other sh~t i don’t know you i’ll gun your ass down watch who you f~cking with
(interlude)
jumping out hit everybody f~ck it
(verse 2)
jumping out that car hit everybody that’s on that f~cking block a hollow hit him dead in the face we left before he dropped told cuz you gon get another chain you get another opp “he said i already got two chains now i want a watch” we the ones that got the murder rate times ten in this b~tch drop a diss song if you want then we spinning your sh~t it’s a drum on the drake b~tch you know how many fit in this? i don’t give a f~ck who started what me and my n~ggas come to finish it
i jump out that car like i ain’t got it in my name
he was icy as a b~tch until we shot him out his chain they say i be talking crazy you better know it ain’t a game 556 bullets blow a n~gga out the frame i’m the smack man the murder man the dog man the top one a real mother f~cking gangster around here you not one i make the call and get you whacked i walk a n~gga down myself it’s something big bulging off my waist but that’s not my belt brody got hit five times in his gut i don’t know how he felt they jump out the car board day and hit him while his baby mama was there ain’t no rules in this sh~t n~gga you know we come (?) and sh~t i was in the trap breaking slabs i don’t know nothing about swiping sh~t ap on my wrist but little cuz will give his life for this i only f~ck cause she ya bm n~gga i don’t even like the b~tch
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