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letra de i forgot where i was goin - rx papi

[verse 1: papi]
aunty call like pap where ya at
i had to run nephew to the store for a black
i ain’t forget that i owe you a sack
gimme five minutes i’ll be wherever you at
she said pap i love you boy you the goat
i f-ck with aunty swear she do the most
crack the pint and hope i don’t overdose
bend your b-tch over hit her with the stroke
.556 made em hit the folks
rah rah rah, it’s murder she wrote
i don’t want a 9 to 5 i’m good with dope
cross the state line daily riding with the load
can’t believe i fell in love with a hoe
but it is what it is, you know how that go
i pack my sh-t and walk out the door
just like they made you, baby they made more
make love to the pot and caress the bowl
chef boyar-pap when i’m cheffing dope
unc in the corner nodding with the runny nose
e-zpass on the rental, slide through the toll
i’m the real luda, got hoes in area codes
pull over on the side of the road, change my clothes
real trap n-gga, don’t got a home
i trap out a b-tch crib til she tell me get gone
my abuela say pap, you a rolling stone
they get happy as the f-ck when neph and pap come on
i been outside thirty minutes, neph come on
can’t stand no nagging hoe all on my bone
if she could she would follow me with a drone
i got that white like post malone
tat my face like post malone
everywhere you go you hear pap, i’m like post malone
lil thot said we thirty minutes close from home
start eating me up to some post malone
when you talking to pap, b-tch lower your tone
slap the f-ck out you and break your bones
grown as sh-t, you should know your right from wrong
i speak how i feel i don’t write a song
i was high as the f-ck all night long
while my lil thick hood hoe gave me dome
they see pap in the kitchen they know what i’m on
i had a fork in the pot before a microphone
pour a deuce of the wock in my styrofoam
these hoes just can’t leave the guy alone
i look in the mirror i feel like post malone
nappy ass ponytail like post malone
gold all over my mouth like post malone
booted as the f-ck like post malone
my left, right wrist b-tch, dirty dancing
moonwalking in the pot like michael jackson
i want a b-tch that look like toni braxton
i up that stick turn to action jackson
the hoes think i’m s-xier than post malone
finessed a fat white b-tch look like post malone
airplane mode my godd-mn phone
this b-tch keep calling, leave me alone
my last hoe was neighborhood crip
she ain’t sh-t but a neighborhood b-tch
hating ass hoe tryna bleach my fit
take my money rag and scuff my kicks
i will uppercut the f-ck out ya lip
b-tch what the f-ck you got on ya dome
you high as h-ll like post malone
the hoe say i dance better than pop smoke
[verse 2: nephew]
step in that b-tch look like the new usher
babygirl told me i’m s-xy as f-ck
when i calm down, papi boot me up
aunty can’t talk, got lockjaw
that b-tch said i’m s-xier than bruno mars (i am)
two 4-o’s in a two car garage
this is real life baby this is not no façade
pull out my d-ck and nut on her bra
might f-ck my b-tch on ig live like pap
i might go live on a book cooking crack
shoot f-ck out police like n-gga i’m black
i got rich crackheads like lamar odom
i just f-cked on a b-tch look like woah vicky
pull up with a white b-tch ain’t got no titties
she drive a subaru and she buy 50’s
her mama really think i’m the real 50
my b-tch said i’m s-xy like djay off hustle & flow
pull up, my hair sl!ck back with two hoes
two girl special, get ya right, euh
eat on this d-ck, lil b-tch, euh
daddy ain’t going nowhere he right here
my b-tch said i look like a cold can of pepsi
slide down down her throat real smooth and s-xy
backspin kick the pot, like jet li

- rx papi

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