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rx papi - why you aint put gas in da car lyrics

[intro]
it’s the dawg
yeah

[verse 1]
i could make a mess, yeah
i f_ck up that check, yeah
cut and swerve the ‘vette
on the perc twelve, lift her dress
i’m in the club shining
lot of drugs on me, yeah
lift my left wrist
that’s a flood warning
b_tch the flood coming
i’m a drug lord
i been in drug wars
i got a drug store
try and get rich from standing on that corner, ion’ know nun’ ‘bout the forbes, yeah
pull up aventador, yeah
b_tch can’t lift the door, yeah
baby it’s the dog, and a b_tch better not p_ss me off
talk like he with that sh_t, he soft
real sharpshooter when i grip the rod
we make n_ggas make trips to god
i get out the booth and get in that car
pass me the rock, i’ll show you how to ball
six thousand dollars for my audemars
i just ran through the tris, imma order some more
when it rain, it pour, can you weather the storm?
brick on my wrist, this sh_t hurting my arm
open and cl!ck on a n_gga, that’s word on my mom
before i was rapping, ran around with the bomb
in a dope hole, working it all night long
n_gga f_ck you, i ain’t finna right no wrong
you don’t hear no lie in none of my sh_t
my gun ain’t for show, i’m bumping this b_tch
i’m rocking my js, too turnt in this b_tch
n_gga play with that fire, get burned in this b_tch
forgiatos make it hard when i’m turning the wheel
i fake him a story and burn him again
i go over the limit when it come to the men
i’m a one man army, i don’t need n_ggas
i bounce out soon as i see n_ggas
the nerve of you, i can’t believe n_ggas
i’m icy like the mr freeze n_gga
they like “pap, you gotta take it easy n_gga”
three times three hundred for my jeans n_gga
ion’ wanna hear that make believe n_gga
the stove don’t get a break from me n_gga
auntie no this ain’t the place to be n_gga
real rx, ion’ know nun’ different
i’m strapped the f_ck up when i go on a mission
if you ain’t spending no money, stay the f_ck out the kitchen
ion’ know what you thought, imma handle my business
when i’m back in, late night, handle my pistol
hollow point bullet, it’ll damage your tissue
pressing it soon as i think it’s a issue
micro drake get to kicking, jujitsu
enough in the drum to hit you and ‘nem with you
where the h_ll you gone run when the reaper come get you?
even your tone, better watch who you speak to
i’m a real deal smacker, i ain’t one of them people
my momma be scared i’ll do something evil
they gone love pap like one of the beatles
it start in the street and in the street i’ll keep it
auntie knock on the door, i’m like “bye felicia”
in the club my j, don’t try no reaching
b_tton in my pants, i’m clearing the scene with it
i know that’s your b_tch but i bet you i’ll leave with her
who the f_ck is dude, i never seen n_gga
shot in the throat, make it hard to breathe n_gga
.50cal round, desert eagle n_gga
drake keep going like i put some e in it
ion’ know ‘bout them, ain’t none of the vs rented
b_tton on the back of the glock, it keep hitting
aim at a n_gga face and remix it
bro in the back like “pap keep tripping”
my shoes tied, won’t see me slipping
broad daylight, they ain’t see me hit him
everybody in town saying we did it
i’m high as a b_tch tryna tell ‘em we did it
throw up gang signs like cheap liquor
toss the knock to the back, flea fl!ck her

- rx papi

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