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letra de free 5 - rx papi

[verse]
free my dog out that cage
walk you down with that k
shoot you dead in your face
don’t give a f-ck if it’s broad day
skrt skrt, getting away
hitting the corner i’m jumping out
it’s a gleam on the glock i’m walking him down
grr, grr, grr, bow!
they like papi too turnt
seen him bust a u-turn
aye cuz come here where the f-ck you going
grr-rrr, keep going
put that pistol on a n-gga
if i got a issue on a n-gga
i get to tripping on a n-gga
stick do jujitsu on a n-gga
1-7-3-8 what i’m sipping
jump out the car and get my victim
don’t give a f-ck about no rap check
brodie bought a slab on cashapp
my manager b-tching ’bout his taxes
got too much money in the bank
i used to be broke and f-cked up
i thought bout running in the bank
they better call me master papi, i might pull up in a tank
aye free baby belly benny in the yard with the shake
who the f-ck you know realer than me
b-tch i’m where the dope dealers be
b-tch i’m where the throat slitters be
it’s still free peso out the cage
the glock be velcroed to my waist
when you running em down gotta keep your pace
stand over and hit him in the face
b5 swing that drac amazing grace
papi jump out the car with that fye
that drac going off 5 5 5
who shot that boy they said b5
don’t say that boy there b-tch be quiet
she want me to f-ck her from the side
b-tch eat my d-ck up, open wide
56’ll send a b-tch to god
my hook kareem abdul-jabbar
i woke up fresher than a b-tch
dope on my necklace and my wrist
she say i’m s-xy as a b-tch
she wanna s-x me for a kid
they know i’m big belly fred, free my motherf-cking twin
don’t let this rap sh-t fool you i’ll still jump out with that stick
if i put a hundred on this opp i’m doing the same sh-t as him
i’m hitting them n-ggas and hitting them n-ggas
’til i don’t see them n-ggas again
i feel like dr. miami, way i’m paying for these bodies
courtroom stand tall, they call me papi john gotti
ask any n-gga on the eastside all about me
they say i’m known for selling dope
a mobster hit for doing robberies
my flip phone really jump, i turn a b-tch up
domestic violence in that bowl, i beat a brick up
i-i-i still walk that girl, i still push that boy
i gave auntie one on her own, i told her take it and enjoy
she said papi you the one, you my motherf-cking boy
i love her like my momma sister
if she was fine i’d probably kiss her
instead i hit her with a hug
good move give her ass a dub
i said i’m finna hit the app make sure you vacuum clean the rug
water on me it’s a flood, i feel like a walking tub
free my motherf-cking dog you know i answer every call
b-tches like to play snake, that drac’ll break a b-tch face
make sure all my dogs straight in any prison upstate
my momma said you gon be great
it’s still residue on her plate
i told her no more section 8
i pray to god that she believe me
i grab the plate i tried to slide
i pray to god that she ain’t see me
i love my momma that’s my dog
i go to h-ll for all my dogs
b5 ask me every call, he like pap what you got on
i go to tell him then he stop cuz he know i put that sh-t on
i make a call you’ll get ashamed
a thousand cash he got a phone
we can facetime every day if we want til his ass come home
i call pint up for a pint
i’m in that type of mood tonight
n-gga play, i shoot tonight
before rap i really moved the white
that b-tch a real chicken head
they know i been getting bread
i put the drac on a n-gga head and tell him let’s play simon says
simon said shut the f-ck up
b-tch don’t move, it’s a stick up
simon said open up the f-cking safe and hand all that sh-t up
the drac hit you, you won’t get up
this b-tch crunch n-ggas like a sit-up
break down the wood and roll that sh-t up
f-ck my b-tch then put that sh-t on
i’m in the booth ain’t got no shirt on
right now i’m feeling like c-murder
aye free 5 out that cage that’s my real deal b-murder
the opps talking on the net
jewelry on walking through the [?]
i’m good in any hood i land, papi get real deal respect
if i put 60 on the chain
what make you think i won’t put it on your head
yano jump up out your bushes hit your ass like ron artest
peso tell me twin keep going, you been flexing i see you glowing
pop my sh-t every given moment
my foot on they neck i won’t let em pole up
i took yano out the streets, told him he ain’t gotta drill
he said i don’t know how to rap on beats
i told him talk it how you feel
my n-gga 2doe going crazy
we got tight because them pills
knew that n-gga yea straight, i never seen him give a deal
shoutout my n-gga charlie sosa, all that boy know is slabs
at the stove cooking glass up out the front, the side and back
they know papi love to trap
your favorite rapper love to cap
your favorite album that you heard from pap, recorded in the trap
ride with a pistol in my lap, don’t give a f-ck bout going back
i’m in that mode i’m finna black
i get you k!lled no tit for tat
neph call me everyday
he like pap stop saying that
how you gon feel if you in the courtroom
and them crackers start playing that
say what i mean, can’t take it back
i don’t really give a f-ck
they say you and your b-tch broke up
no she broke and papi up
liz, you pretty as a b-tch
might take you shopping or some sh-t
this song about my baby brother
you know i just go to popping sh-t
aye free 5 out the can

- rx papi

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