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rx papi - letter to hoodrich pablo juan diss كلمات الأغنية

[rx papi]

real huster could trick the scale
wake up early to check the mail
stay down, build my clientele
cooking dope in the kitchen, i’m fly as h_ll
if she traffic this work, ima buy her chanel
she know i’m drugrich it ain’t hard to tell
‘thang me and neph drop hard as h_ll
your hood pass gonna get revoked
should have kept your mouth quite, never spoke
i upped that stick, its murder she wrote
.556 go thru you and your folks
i was twelve years old, started dealing dope
i ain’t have no og to show me the ropes
you know how many times i f_cked up the boat?
i d_mn near cried sitting by the stove
locked my first cook, yea trap n_gga goals
it’s cameras every angle, my home
i’m paranoid when i’m alone
move like a b_tch, [?]
up the stick, split a n_gga dome
sh_t getting heavy, got two flip phones
i’m riding around serving all day long
stick change a n_gga skin tone
got two id’s incase they pull me
i know a trapper when i see one, you can’t fool me
ya’ll n_ggas been watchin’ too many movies
i get in that kitchen and get to it
wanna fight and shoot? we can do it
n_gga you is crip? who you fooling
seven thousand on me while i’m eating noodles
poppin percocet, getting booty
you ain’t never in your life been in a shooting
.556 get a n_gga moving
up the stick, make your tahoe roof_less
you rap about k!lling but you’re not gonna do it
beat a n_gga face, black and blue it
when i’m in the stove, put my back in to it
fit right in my jeans, compact the uzi
stick on me b_tch ima use it
get your pen and paper, papi finna school you
auntie seen the back, she said halleluiah
no matter where you at i can get it to you
ima charge it extra to cook it for you
play with my money the [?] lookin for you
i was thinkin about robbin my plug
lil bro said let me book em for you
walk up on em, leave em in the bushes
he ain’t drop the price so i took it
he put trust in me that’s his fault
he ain’t do good business that’s his loss
reverend kitchen, this my house
i was twelve my momma told me, “move out”
they robbed you twice. what you gon’ do bout it?
you ain’t gonna up the stick and shoot about it
you gonna wave a white flag and truce about it
but on the ‘gram talking about you about it
we got more guns than gs_9
‘pap and neph
[?]
hit a l!ck, bought a new audi
brand new stick, need a new body
slither man, creep up on you too silent
kept that sh_t real, i’m to silent
stick go up and down like hydraulics
each’ll break every bone in your body
[scarfo da plug]

[yea]
i don’t wanna talk if it’s not productive
why they wanna hate on me of all of a sudden?
they don’t like to see a n_gga come from the dirt
run up on me get your feelings hurt
you a grown man make your own decision
heard you got a good n_gga, long sentence
[?] know that n_gga snitching
everybody know sauce walka b_tched him
all this cap god d_mn cap sh_t fraudulent
tell [?] plug and put the order in
fatality, finish him, slaughter him
nehpew ain’t strapped up he got the hawk with him
better be on your dean, try to talk to him
he got real demons and they walk with him
pay attention n_gga i can teach you something
better do your research before you diss a n_gga
whole mpr gonna miss that n_gga
make a n_gga baby ma’ forget that n_gga
lil down dirty, lil slither n_gga
go out with a bang like i’m hitler n_gga
subliminal dissing, i’m sick of n_ggas
let me guess, you graduated from school?
you got paid weekly to clean your room
i had to climb thru windows to buy shoes
everybody you with they ain’t gon’ bust a move
postta’ step by the man and sucka move
don’t play with me n_gga i’ll beat yo ass
too broke and [?] to lethal jab
all that made up sh_t make me mad
you grown as a b_tch, that sh_t sad
you ain’t never in your life sold no bag
you grew up with your mom and your dad
how yall diss eachother now yall cool? that’s g_y
[?] he the same
i feel like biggs when he gave you that chain
he bought spike one, that’s exactly the same
no subliminal, i’m saying names
that’s exactly how i feel
think i ain’t drugrich? come get with me
dos_dos_tres, hit rx pinky
back out, the hawk chop off your pinky
white b_tch take a bump with her pinky
who the f_ck is rx pinky?
somebody shoulda told em i’m the real 50

- rx papi

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