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letra de chanel #9 - rx papi

[intro]
shh, shh, shh, shh, shh
yeah, yeah, yeah
what?
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
chanel n°9 what my b-tch wanna wear
i can’t put my hoe in no balenciagas
when i’m in the trap house i get the dollars
i do anything to go get me some money
from sunday to sunday i’m serving junkies
[?] i’m ripping and running
don’t play with me i get to gunning
was down on my d-ck, i ain’t had nothing
i never asked for much, i had to make it out
in the trap house the junkies [?] out
i don’t know what these n-ggas talking ’bout
i live everything these n-ggas rap about
i don’t know why they go the capper route
pull up on your block and pull the ratchet out
they like “fleechy, why the f-ck you spazzing out?”
i don’t know why these n-ggas acting out
these n-ggas acting like they with the sh-t
like i ain’t gon’ pull up with the gl!ck
like i ain’t gon’ pull up with a hundred in the stick
aim it at any n-gga, watch how they dip
these n-ggas act like they really on this sh-t
like i won’t pull up and fire off the rip
like i won’t pull this big ass gl!ck off my hip
better duck when i get to shooting sh-t
i might knock your f-cking head off
try to run we take your legs off
getting money, then i sped out
i’m in that 4-o thang
jump out that b-tch with four gold chain
work in the trap house, i do a delivery
i’m in the trap house, they can not get rid of me
the junkies’ll never get sick of me
i got that straight drop, work is that a1
i dare a n-gga to say some’
i got my pistol, it take some’
i load this pistol and spray some’
[intermission]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shh, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
bust down the bezel, can’t do a plain jane
in interrogations, saying no name
these n-ggas p-ssy, they playing games
we pull up with that choppa, start spraying sh-t
y’all n-ggas really some b-tches and p-ssies
i shoot a n-gga for talking and looking
b-tch i’m slimy and crooked
don’t leave no sh-t ’round me, my n-gga, i’ll book you

[intermission]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 3]
probably was gon’ put a hook on this sh-t, but instead i’ll probably go all in
in the pot, n-gga, go all in
since a young n-gga i been ballin’
i jumped out that [?], then i jumped in that foreign
i made a way for me and mine to all win
i’m the n-gga that they wanna be
i’m the n-gga that they try to be
i told my b-tch “you just keep it a hundred, you get whatever, just don’t lie to me”
i don’t know nun’ but robin jeans, i don’t want nun’ but robin jeans
[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- rx papi

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