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rx papi – missy elliot كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yuh
yuh
yuh, yuh

[verse]
walk in this b_tch like monta ellis
don’t nothin’ but steppers step in my section
cuz like ya necklace, leave him neckless
we up that gl!ck, no second guessin’
he can run all he want, this b_tch’ll catch him
kick in the trap like david beckham
this beat go harder than a f_ck
i’m high right now, booted as f_ck
my b_tch say i’m s_xier than lil baby
said she wanna be like jayda and lil baby
whip my wrist in a bowl, i go crazy
this a glock 17, not a 380
i’m the real dominique, i’m a speed racer
sign on my trap say, “i need paper”
scratch off on a n_gga, see me later
ain’t nothin’ free in life, no free favors
i want a house so big, can’t see neighbors
n_gga, i need more than three acres
i smoke top shelf, еxtreme flavors
ain’t nothin’ on my jacket but a suprеme label
they say pap got the bag, started goin crazy
looked out for my bro and my old lady
i’m the one with the glock, tracy mcgrady
auntie said the work taste like turkey gravy
glock on me same size a big baby
my b_tch throw a fit like a big baby
i walk in the trap like gervonta davis
beat the sh_t out the pot, lock the work and shave it
i pop a perc when my heart racin’
everybody got sticks like we in the navy
doin one_thirty on the dash, one_eighty
i’m icier than a ice skater, skatin’ on glaciers
auntie walk in the trap like, “goodness gracious”
i told her shut the f_ck up and have some patience
’cause if you want bullsh_t then go down the street
other than that, get the f_ck from ’round me
i’m cookin’ work in a pan like ground beef
in the circus, you belong where the clowns be
take my hoodie off, i look like mr t
i light the whole house up like christmas eve
i don’t like lollipops, i stay sucke_free
he know d_mn well he can’t f_ck with me
i hit for seven, but i’m tuckin’ three
still posted up where the cluckers be
wake up out my sleep and my phone beep
auntie, “where you at or where you gon’ be?”
she said, “pap, don’t bullsh_t me this time
is you really gon’ pull up on me?”
i said, “h_ll yeah, auntie, i’m gettin’ up right now”
she said, “mmhmm, yeah we gon’ see”
i looked down at my wrist, then it blind me
my sh_t hittin’ hard, n_gga, times three
jumped in the car, doin’ high speeds
sippin wock’, smoking divine weed
my b_tch sunbathe by the palm trees
im wearing palms angels in palm springs
in the palm of my hand its a ningding
up that b_tch and do a clean sweep
n_gga, i walk in this b_tch like chief keef
i came in the game with more money than chief keef
they say pap can’t die, i’m lil reese
i feel like ballout in 2016
every time they see me they say, “pap, ya clean”
i slide in this b_tch with a gangster lean
baby drac’ with a hundred round drum
filled with 5.56s, with a beam
up this b_tch, take ’em off the scene
real rx, get the f_ck from me

- rx papi

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