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rx papi - 12 min freestyle كلمات أغنية

[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

- rx papi

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