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rx papi – made man كلمات اغاني

[intro]
ayy will
oh, it’s just like that n_gga
get me in my mood, yeah
yeah

[verse]
i told little cuz, you gotta take your time wit’ it
i could cook a slab in a half, gimme nine minutes
i’m in a bag, gutta bag ’cause that f_cker gotta climb in it
i’m hangin’ out the window wit’ that b_tch, you gon’ know i’m in it
jump out the car and walk you down, n_gga you gon’ know i did it
put money on my old man’s head like i had no idea
my momma ask me how i go to sleep at night
easy, pistol underneath the pillow, baby, i’m gon’ squeeze it tight
i look in the mirror, i see other n_ggas and that’s why i’ll be f_ckin’ wit’ em
they know i got that f_cker on me, that’s why they won’t be f_ckin’ wit’ me
my manager tell me to rap, and my neighborhood pull in me lane
i love them boys, i ain’t turn in my belt, no battle in my conscious bad
all i wanna do is rob, all i wanna do is serve
yeah, i’m in the stu’ now, but i’d rather stand on the curve
cuz facetimed the other day, he had to have a burp
i almost told his ass i’m on my way, i had to fight the word
check for a n_gga like before you ever see me write a verse
i’m quick, draw [?] wit’ the raw, i’m gon’ light it first
a nig’ play wit’ my brother, that’s a sad story
lamar jump out the bushes wit’ that rock, that sh_t back shorty
i point the finger, n_gga gone
you know what type of sh_t i’m on, you know who shot your partner, n_gga
just stop me when i’m lyin’, n_gga
these n_ggas makin’ stats and sh_t
the mac’ll make you backward flip, i’m finna up the stats wit’ this
stop for the ‘gram, i get active wit’
put a b_tch in the casket quick, tell a opp ”eat a bag of d_cks”
i gave auntie a bag of sniff
in the boat doin’ magic tricks
they say pap got a flashy wrist
yeah, she fine, she a nasty b_tch
i’m in the coupe goin’ fast as sh_t, and slow the sh_t the f_ck down
auntie call me, i’m like ”what now?”
forever loaded, i can’t run out
n_ggas show out when the sun out
late night crack out wit’ my gun out
we jump out the car and run down (ayy, come here cuz)
talk that sh_t now, 5.56 bullets, these big rounds
.308 out the back in the car, blackout
this my life, ain’t nothin’ to cap out
lot of these n_ggas be makin’ sh_t up
these n_ggas even makin’ hits up
we knocked your man down, he can’t get up
f_ck the judge and the da
b_tch, i’m john gotti wit’ the steam, my last case, they got lucky
get my motherf_ckin’ lawyer, i don’t wanna hear what you got for me
[outro]
listen my n_gga
i don’t give a f_ck what happened
just don’t go out like sammy the bull, on god

- rx papi

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