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letra de aunty lisa - rx papi

(intro)
drugrixh
drugrixh
drugrixh
drugrixh

(verse 1)
i cook dope then serve auntie no matter what all my junkies love me
i’m in the hood i’m cool with the customers you a broke n-gga you too dusty the narcs on my ass they can’t touch me he got away when we slid that little n-gga lucky i’ll accept all smoke i ain’t ducking nothing my mind to my money i ain’t worried about f-cking finesse my plug out a whole dozen i took the work and ain’t bring him back nothing you know you ain’t in the streets n-gga stop bluffing you used your daddy guns to go hunting auntie (?)
got d-mn papi yo bag humongous
trampolines in this b-tch the way the trap be jumping
i get that work gone like it’s nothing i sold a 31 i ain’t even touch it i’m a og in my hood you little buster 30 chains on me like busta and if you reach for one of these b-tches i’ll up it they should’ve told you i ain’t the one to f-ck with feel like mc hammer they can’t touch me i jump off the top rope spike dudley keep the gl!ck cause this sh-t can get ugly

(interlude: barbara mason)
moments like this
moments like this
moments like this
moments like this

(verse 2)
i up that stick if a n-gga try me
i ain’t never scared to catch a body
my brothers on go and i know they bout it
we shoot as areas we don’t care if they crowded
ever since a little n-gga you know i’ve been wilding
my momma just moved out of public houses
still selling food stamps cause i know she ain’t got it
i don’t know where i’ll be without dope and robbing
i pop percs everyday they wanna know my problem
i got the glock i don’t want no revolver
and if you get too close imma rob you
momma looked me in my face and said i’m just like my father
she can see this sh-t all in my eyes she knew what i’ll be she wasn’t surprised she pray everyday that i don’t die she know i’m good i got this 45 they ask me how the f-ck i’m traumatize when i was four i seen a homicide imma shoot yo your block i don’t give a f-ck who die i ain’t letting sh-t go i got too much pride they say i don’t trap they a d-mn lie i don’t blend in i stand out glock 17 take ya man out you smoking shut the f-ck up i’m on live
these n-ggas know how the f-ck i get down b-tch when you walking look down these mason margielas not up towns i don’t want a plane jain bust down plug call me when it touch down she ain’t wanna f-ck then but i’m up now
(outro)
yeah
yeah
yeah

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