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letra de for da weekend, pt. 3 - rx papi

[intro]
(sosa)
huh
(oh, 5.starchrome)
yeah, yeah
it’s the dawg

[verse]
in the dope game we gon’ have speed bumps but you don’t not f-ck who that re-up
if you stay down in this sh-t long enough n-gga one day you’ll be up
them n-ggas pop that sh-t from miles away it that when they see us
[?] b-tch came to my crib said she wanna decorate told the b-tch [?]
when i was broke i had a bright idea to rob every motha f-cker i was near
can’t show you now cause b-tch i don’t got no fear
he think he my man i’m playing him close he don’t got no idea
soon as he get his load i up my pole my hood know how i get
n-gga we bounce out 4-5 bl!cks we open the [?] a b-tch get hit
fore’ i thought about a dеal bust down my wrist that’s like my b-tch it’s thick as sh-t
[?] said “brody you giving them sh-t” n-gga play the with gang hе get hit in his sh-t
rap like he insane but he really a b-tch i talk like him i’m really that n-gga
n-gga said papi fell off b-tch where? fell off in your b-tch that sh-t hurt the ear
got big ass rocks this sh-t hurt my ear poured tris on the rocks like a iced cold beer
glock trunk sh-t chicago bear my chiraq b-tch be throwing up l’s
i’m high as sh-t but you can’t tell smell like that sh-t mixed with chanel
i’m not 4batz i ain’t going for nun of that of that i don’t got two hunnit for a b-tch nails
brody get locked up then he bail right out nun of my n-ggas gon sit in a jail
everyday a fit on i’m putting that sh-t on everybody scream “pap fresh as h-ll”
big bankroll i’m a known dope boy i told the dumb b-tch i don’t got no zell
b-tch i’m loaded on the highway all wall i’m sitting sideways
mami b-tch call me padre dark skin b-tch look like beyoncé
double cup-tris ion drink no f-ckin’ bombay not with that sh-t then get from around me
sh-t call [?] out the county might go [?] 9/11 combat 4”forty in my denims
i can’t stop em once they on you the only thing they know is get him
need my pills or i start sketching it’s me and fred we gettin’ twisted
why the f-ck you told them my business n-ggas know how freddy living
dumb b-tch said she tryna kick it i’m eating chicken counting chicken
b-tch asked me could we bump chicken not right now give me a minute
b-tch said fred you mean as f-ck b-tch sh-t up get the f-ck
spark a blunt and grab my cup belly freddy i’m the one
i’m in this b-tch gettin cooked when he seen me he was shook
he was scared i know the look you out numbered and alone
you a long way from home the red zone on your home
f-ck you n-ggas wanna do pop one get me in my mood
got city b-tch jamming screw i spend the green save the blues
papi fly parachute thirteenth hunnit pair of shoes
drench a b-tch in louie v like i’m tryna make the [?] news
off the drink i’m slow as karrahboo this one to the face i can’t share with you
brody glitching want me to share the boot what the f-ck is that? that’s terrible
ten mill hit him it was unbearable
duck him in the club duck him [?] this car big enough for two
b-tch i’m him who the f-ck is you?
[outro]
this car big enough for two
b-tch i’m him who the f-ck is you

- rx papi

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