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rx papi - 97 harris st lyrics

[intro]
humming

[verse 1]
pick up my phone ten missed calls b_tch what the f_ck you want
don’t be rushing me on the stove b_tch i’m almost done
if this b_tch break i’ll use that blender like no other
make it stick to the pan can’t believe it ain’t b_tter
i got her hooked to this sh_t she say she love the substance
paranoid as a b_tch prob’ly why i’m clutchin’
ask cuz did he see that prob’ly think i’m buggin’
n_gga i know what i saw n_gga i ain’t buggin’
ain’t no one man above the crew these n_ggas david ruffin
have a n_gga eating through a straw when i push the b_tton
brodie ain’t got no f_cking lawn service but he keep the cutter
n_ggas playin’ games while we eatin’ b_tch this ain’t dave n busters
hundred shots let off broad day b_tch if we miss you lucky
i know you be hidin’ f_ck around and we’ll just get your cousin
i said what the f_ck i said b_tch and you ain’t hear me stutter
i’ll put them real gunners on you for that bread and b_tter
rp’s back to back plus the tris got me dozing off
all week long i’ve been in this fit, b_tch i’m going hard
had to take a trip down to the vet, guess i ain’t know my dog
shined a light on sh_t thats in the dark it d_mn near broke my heart
brodie jump off broad day with that drake_that b_tch a work of art
you ain’t really religious but you play i’ll send you close to god
you ain’t really got it and he do thats who you ‘sposed to rob
no matter what you do you should never want to cross your dog
n_ggas got the game f_cked up, they ain’t got no morals
g’s got the knocks on him i told him i’ll blow for you
i ain’t really with that bullsh_t stay away from me
ain’t no f_cking sign that say i’m a gangsta b_tch don’t play with me
ain’t talking ‘bout them racist crackers b_tch i got 3 k’s with me
cuz don’t wanna rap he say he cool with being a gravedigger
my mind f_cked up, my head hurt, i’m getting tired
they said they was in this sh_t 4l i knew them n_ggas was lyin’
the broke can’t lead the broke, and the blind can’t lead the blind
wish bk was still alive to hear him say it one more time
clutch the knocks in the bed i sleep with murder on my mind
every time we go up on the score i’m sleeping kinda fine
every time we went to war turned n_ggas blocks to columbine
if i could tell you every time n_gga stop me when i’m lyin’
on god

- rx papi lyrics

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