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letra de .556 (intro) - rx papi

look, n-gga… don’t ask me sh-t; i don’t know, i don’t wanna know, and even if i did know i still wouldn’t tell you sh-t…

up the gl!ck fast and f-ck and shoot it
fresh as f-ck in my audi, booted
crack the wokesha and pour a deuce
never seen you trap, n-gga i’m living proof
i don’t lie, i only tell the truth
unless my b-tch ask me if i’m on the boot
i ain’t take two percs, i took a few
b-tches had me bussin through the roof
i don’t wanna talk with no n-gga
i was raised ’round dope dealers
my momma and my daddy sold dope
this the only thing them n-ggas know
turn the stove on, scr-pe the bowl
watch the window, look for patrol
when i jumped off the porch, i sold my soul
for a 31 and a big ass pole
8th grade, robbing n-ggas for their gold
9th grade, i ain’t going to school no more
used to wake up early in the morning
me and bk go and kick a door
you can’t pay me to trust a soul
use your wrist, use your elbow
i can’t stand a nagging ass hoe
trap jump like eddie g on the rope
.556 blow you across the coast
.556 break a n-gga nose
.556’ll take your soul
.556 make sure you ain’t going home
.556’ll take your heart
.556, it’s like steven seagal
had grams of wedding cake and a cuban cigar
i don’t trust n-ggas, they move like the

- rx papi

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