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lirik lagu rxknephew & rx papi - roxanne 3x

[intro: rx papi]
huh
dawg sh~t records

[verse 1: rx papi]
lil n~gga ran off with it he ain’t bring no cane back n~gga
got money moved out the hood you can’t blame that n~gga
put this glock in your face rearrange that n~gga i ain’t the same cat n~gga
but i’ll still get down on you put this big pound on you
this b~tch got 30 rounds for you talk that dog sh~t daily don’t no n~gga do it like me n~gga
paid twenty thousand f~cked your b~tch in a pair of white nikes
n~gga the block hot they know my name and they know my face
when this glock in my hand get the f~ck up out my way
when i was six teen i wasn’t working i was robbing everyday
you don’t know sh~t bout drugs deals you don’t know no slug feel
[?] smoke since i was seven unc ass on the drugs still
everybody ‘round my way sold dope n~gga
it is what it is it’s gon’ go how it’s gon’ go n~gga
one thing about pap they gon’ say i ain’t no hoe n~gga
and i’m train to go n~gga i’m on go n~gga off the rip with it
i got a motha f~cking glock it got a stick it in
i switch and еmpty the whole clip in less thеn ~
i switch and empty the whole clip b~tch i been trippin’
this b~tch still hittin’ my n~ggas on some bullsh~t don’t try that sh~t with us
n~gga take yo chain and watch off my n~ggas stick ya up
all my n~ggas grimy and they shiesty that’s just how we coming
i don’t give a f~ck about no record deal i want some money
b~tch!
they say lil’ cuz need meds that lil’ n~gga crazy
12 shot tom brady glock 9 no three eighty
ayy didn’t yo mama ever tell you not to talk to strangers
b~tch i seen neph cook up with a wire hanger
b~tch my glock in hand if i feel i’m in danger up this b~tch and get to banging
p~ssy ass n~ggas know wassup with us it’s thirty in the glock i can’t knuckle up
lil cuz got the chop out the drop he gon buck some up
crackers give me money i spend the half on dope the other half on guns
f~ck my opps they ain’t on nun you a p~ssy so is yo son
n~gga tell me i can’t cook dope ight b~tch imma show you
one thing i can’t stand is when a n~gga talk like he know you
let me know what’s on my face that make me look like i’m approachable
n~ggas on the internet they talk like they got smoke with you
i pull up on my opps and do exactly what i’m supposed to do
i was masked up like a f~ck but they like “papi, we still know it’s you”
they took the jury when i’m rolling through the glock same size as 42
[?] do the sh~t my hoes a do half the city got my d~ck in they mouth
i done shot so many n~ggas house made ‘em move out
they know we inter state babies we gotta find a new route
these n~ggas think they el chapo they only loved a few ounces
real dope boy my pockets filled up with a few thousands (yeah, yeah)
[break: rxknephew]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
aye!
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 2: rxknephew]
ya broke as f~ck you better go get you some
opps be sharing guns for facebook pictures they ain’t hitting nun
this glock i got i do not like to show unless i’m “boom boom boom”
she said that she got sh~t to do b~tch i got sh~t to do
hit that trap i beat that bowl i pray to my rag like a [?]
all the opps be on a n~gga d~ck they ain’t got sh~t to do
i can put ya mans on all our bags got stamps on them
get the f~ck from ‘round here n~gga big neph ain’t putting no stamp on it
ayy this .556 a turn him forrest gump crack that look like ms puff
my lil b~tch she a fine one how i know she f~ck with me cause lil mama gon’ line her some
i’m not the one to play with b~tch! go find you one
every ten bags get tied up that’s a bundle for you
cook it and fold it for you wrap that b~tch and in foil for you
all my opps fl!ck qp’s and wear mall jewelry dope boy white tee
i ain’t gotta go to the mall for it that thirty sound like ~ chicken head
six, six fah, grrt turn him to crazy leg aye might drop a bag on her she got crazy head
i might just change my mind crazy in my head
i got that super [?] like i just left the feds
i feel like rokane put this glock down use my hands
that b~tch go ~ b~tch i come for the grams that pot go “skirr” then blow up when i beat the pan
they like chill i’m like h~ll naw do the pot like pap and [?] in the backyard
they never leave they yard they backyards again
catch a n~gga “fah!” like he shawn and em’ aye!
pat down my [?] i put the glock on him
h~ll nah i ain’t a boxer glock make him freeze up like papa doc and them
walk in that b~tch beat the pot like [?]
not going in b~tch can’t get the glock in there
you not from around here can’t trap shop
24 hour we one stop shop

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