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letra de hulk hogan - rx papi

the real drugrixh
auntie call me and i’ll be there in a hurry
got that stick on my lap, b-tch that stick in the car, od, paranoid and nervous
my mama beg me everyday, say “baby please stop taking perkies”
i been going through some things but that sh-t don’t show on the surface
i get high sometimes, look in the mirror and scream out bl–dy murder
he had that bag and blessed his partners, 2 days later they found him murdered
don’t give a f-ck ’bout where you at, if your money good then i’mma serve you
she ain’t f-ck with mе when i was on a bike, now she wanna suck mе up ’cause i’m in a foreign
gotta sit sideways, sitting on forgi’s
jump out with that stick, grrt-bow, we scorin’
they say when it rain, it’s pouring
jump in the kitchen and start performing
use the stove, the hood george foreman
for that bullsh-t i ain’t goin’
stick on my lap broad day, it’s showing
booted as f-ck b-tch, you should know it
her p-ssy wet, i swear i’m floating
i k!ll it from the back everytime i’m stroking
rip you out your shirt, feeling like hulk hogan
phone going off thru 5 in the morning
unc on the line, he up, he on it
told him “give me 10 minutes, i’ll be there, i’m coming”
i’m looking for my pants tryna slide in a hurry
baby like “d-mn, you don’t even wanna f-ck me”
hit the e-way doing over 100
yeah i love you baby, not as much as the money
where would i be if it wasn’t for junkies
sitting in the trap, i’mma make sure it’s comfy
i’m off a perc right now, i’m bussin
shoot a n-gga dead in his sh-t like it’s nothing
i’m a real dopeboy, you can’t trick me with nothing
i’m the real master p, i’m a certified hustler
pull up in a q8, it look like a tank
tear the roof, on fire, i feel like lloyd banks
wish a n-gga would tell me what i ain’t
i brought my shoeboxes into the bank
when i’m driving the porsche better stay in your lane
slap the sh-t out you for saying my name
go play with some fire ‘fore you play with the gang
’cause i get on your ass, i ain’t saying a thing
hit him in the chest, in his leg and his brain
if he pray he get left he get stretched for his chain
i used to trap with my gl!ck in the rain
when the block get slumped, tryna catch me a stain
booted as f-ck with a lot on my brain
.556 knock you out of your frame
can’t get no do-over ’cause life ain’t a game
really been through some sh-t, me and dude ain’t the same

- rx papi

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