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letra de canada dry - rx papi

[intro]
(oh, five star chrome)
huh, huh ,huh, yeah

[verse]
my daddy was the dope man all i know is get some money
s600 i bounce out trim know how the f-ck i’m coming my mama out the hood the guys good that’s all i ever wanted
i used to rock dirty ass jeans in the crib with junkies pretty ass glock on my waist in case sh-t get ugly
off the top rope to the bowl b-tch i’m spike dudley
on my waistline i got the pole i wish you might touch me
i can fight good as sh-t but i like to let my glock fight for me
i’m that mother f-cking n-gga b-tch and i feel like that rightfully
she said “papi pop that sh-t everyday” b-tch i got the right to be
i’m the type n-gga pop my sh-t on the beat and i don’t even like the beat
i’m your favorite rapper favorite rapper and that n-gga ain’t nice as me
sit your five dollar ass down who gave you the right to speak?
i’m a mother f-ckin’ dealer you and your feelings trying to type to me
if it’s on i’m trying to bump you type n-gga that’s trying to type the beef
he used to be the man until them n-ggas and spike this weed
b-tch i’m from the bottom of the bottom it ain’t sh-t i ain’t seen
b-tch i turned nothing into something they mad that it’s me
i’ve been in this sh-t since a baby you just had to see it
[?] my mom crazy everyday she like [?]
cuz’ work that f-cking arp like he a navy seal
they gave bro pills cause he crazy but i think the n-gga crazy still
they think it’s different cause i got some money b-tch i’m shady still
baby mama hate me but that b-tch a have my baby still
had a gun when you seen him right? that n-gga don’t play for real
on a bad day that n-gga might shoot you in your face for real
i blew through empire money i’m still having paper still
me i could decline you the type that need to need the deal
i pull up porsche or beamer b-tch who the f-ck want to race the wheel
them n-ggas wanted beef well b-tch i’m about to up the stakes for real
bro a bounce and go ape a n-gga face get pilled talking to himself that n-gga say “he see faces still”
where i come from tell you “that sh-t ain’t safe for real”
b-tch i got shot i got out i went to play the field
i ain’t ovo but my hood know i know drake for real
way from down the street you hear a beat on this b-tch for real
serving eggs i just dropped the six in my ginger ale
[?] know i’m with the sh-ts she tell me “baby gave them h-ll”
on the men before i switch they can have me life in jail
pulled a bentley out the pot don’t give a f-ck about a record deal
them bum ass n-ggas them n-ggas signing them n-ggas need to pay for real
i’m super stiff on a b-tch she can’t get a break for real b-tch keep starting at my mouth i got laser grill
drake get to saying all kind of sh-t this b-tch like laser dumb
it’s water in my mouth b-tch said “she wanna take a swim”
i’ve been balling since i came in b-tch i made the jump going off the roof when i shoot b-tch i’m above the rim
said “i was done with this sh-t” right back in the club again
back out bankroll i don’t know i mean dubs get spend f-cking bad hoes then go home and say “i love my b-tch”
i hit the bathroom i got right then make her suck my d-ck
if she get fed up want to leave bye i don’t give two sh-ts
the carties got prescriptions if she tripping b-tch i don’t see sh-t
you know how many times in my life i heard “i won’t be sh-t”
ha, ha, ha stupid b-tch that’s why i turned out rich
you get out the bed ain’t brush your t–th you already on my d-ck
it’s all in your head n-gga you can’t f-ck with me for sh-t n-gga can’t walk in my shoes cause the shoes don’t fit
i feel like mc hammer had the ball i’m too legit to quit
if you don’t want to see me ball then close your eyes or slit your wrist

- rx papi

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