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rx papi - pistol paccin p.roy كلمات أغنية

[intro]
on god
real rx
dawgsh_t records
on god

[verse]
dope boy, i cook a slab in a half
can’t find me ’cause i’m in the back of the back
take your ass out the game for a lil bit of [?]
when i’m in that pen, i feel like shaq
auntie called me ’cause i got her a glass
cuz jump out that car, he get on your ass
we’ll chase a n_gga down, that’s a hunnid off that
when that gleam get to going, you better think fast
i remember them times i was down on my last
i tie a n_gga up, make him give me that bag
my mama say i remind her of my dad
i thug in these streets every day likе cuz
it is what it is and it was what it was
he got shot ’cause he shouldn’t havе ever did what he done
i jump out broad day, real deal buzzed
i don’t give a f_ck who outside, i’ll fire this b_tch up
ar_p on my hand, i get to doing too much
they caught buddy at the store, he caught two in his guts
they like, “pap, why the h_ll you keep saying this sh_t?”
’cause they act like we don’t hit brains and sh_t
sent your brother home like a chainless kid
took it off his neck and you ain’t do sh_t
b_tch boy, save me from knocking you out
you walk out your house, i’ll fire you down
talk tough on the net, better say it now
petey pablo with the drac’, i wave it ’round
i’m balling, they can’t stand by
i got warrants in six different towns
b_tch, i’m on it, they know how i get down
i pull up to my opps’ block and walk ’em down
fire! fire! fire!
your dumbass bleeding on the ground
they tied my name in another shooting
broad daylight, he got shot in his head
crodie told me to get out of town
and don’t come back ’til i cut my dreads
it is what it is, i said what i said
you cross that line and end up dead
my grandma think i got wool on me
my mama say something wrong with me
ain’t nan n_gga gon’ play with them boys
on god, b_tch, you got the wrong n_ggas
the whole city know papi stand on business
i dump that drac’ until it’s empty
all my opps wanna call a truce
‘cause shoot sh_t up all i wanna do
every day i wake up, it’s long live them boys
they died, y’all ain’t slide for them boys
it’s pistol paccin p. roy
drac’ hit his face, left it destroyed
i slide down my block, take a detour
5.56s will blow your jeans off
i hold it sideways like i’m o_dog
he caught one in the head, i don’t even know dawg
if you don’t sell dope, then on god, no door
auntie knock gon’ beat the door off
i don’t care how much they try to sign me for
i’ll never turn my stove off
when i get in that mode, b_tch, i’m gon’ go off
they’ll gun you down broad day, then stroll off
you talk tough, i’ll pull your [?] off
[?]
[outro]
on god

- rx papi

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