letra de i never liked you from the jump - rx papi

how the f-ck you a shooter, you ain’t get your man
glock 30s with the stick in my pants
put a glee on the back this b-tch won’t jam
shoot him dead in his sh-t, he ain’t stick to the plan
slide my hood, 30 [?] in a van
it happened to quick put the bl!ck on your man
“papi u wilin” b-tch i’m getting drowsy
keep poppin’ these roxys, i’m not finna box you
right where we seen him at that’s where we shot him
[?] glock on my drop put that b-tch on your noggin’
i get in a car just to jump out quick
switch clear the whole block n-gga we don’t miss sh-t
tried to run but he couldn’t [?] fifty sixes
i get in my mode n-gga going [?]
it’s hollows in the drake we gon’ throw ’em in your face
i don’t gotta pay them n-ggas to stand on business
stop me when i’m lying n-gga god my witness
papi in the kitchеn he [?] with em
jump out broad day put that rod on n-ggas
b-tch keep coming back i’m a dog ass n-gga
i get frеsh as a b-tch
got n-gga [?] on my neck and my wrist
i knew he was getting robbed when i stepped in this b-tch
i don’t really want kick it with none of you n-ggas
you better pray to god rap work
if it don’t i’m getting my mask first
i could really show you how i slap work
i trick a n-gga serve him bad work
you really told them crackers mad words
we talkin’ sh-t n-gga shoot first
i’m cleaning sh-t but i do dirt
it really ain’t even have to end like this
paranoid as f-ck cuz go get my stick
that car spun twice i don’t know who that is
perc wearin’ off now i’m startin’ to have them visions
when i get in that mode i go to thinking different
i walk in the house got reaper on me
i think my people put them people on me
i can’t go like brodie gotta keep it on me
my head hurtin’ my stomach twistin’
i heard brodie talking i was tryna listen
lil cuz caught me i was pot whippin’
told him get your ass back n-gga mind your business
rap money kinda cool but this my side business
head first in the dope ho dived in it
i jump out with that drake surprise n-gga
they say don’t trust papi he lying n-ggas
[?] and i blind a blind n-gga
og said take your time with it
[?] rollin’ threw a bomb in it
brodie walked in brought a nine with him
auntie sit the f-ck back give me five minutes
i got three more [?] side window
if you my n-gga them b-tch i die for you
imma keep it true ain’t gotta lie to you
when you get in my car i hope the fire with you
go against the mob like the fire hit you
on god
dawgsh-t records n-gga
hawrrr

my whole life the called a n-gga crazy
i jump out the car broad day and chase him
imma get my man ain’t no mistakin’
556 f-ck around break the pavement
shoot a n-gga in his head if he late with the payment
got turned to a john doe n-ggas no names
shoot that block every day make you lil n-ggas famous
my mama said baby don’t talk to no strangers
all the money i got came straight out of strangers
why auntie need a hit she be moving in [?]
put you in the front seat make lil cuz strangle you
i feel like on of the sopranos
more like gotti [?]
move like [?]
g money movin’ funny he deserved to get k!lled
my life like a movie but this sh-t real
when you speak on me that’s a big deal
if i sign on the line it’s a big deal
if i don’t know you like that you get skimped still
i go airplane mode tell a b-tch chill
i’m high as f-ck when i’m in the kitchen
i be thinking bout brodie i’m just reminiscing
when i get in my mode i get my pistol
you ever feel like everybody out to get you?
you ever feel like your n-ggas ain’t rockin’ with you?
you ever feel like you gotta k!ll one of your mans?
you ever took two pills and took two again?
you ever feel like the walls starting to close in?
you ever get paranoid starting seeing sh-t?
you ever clutched that chop fall asleep with it?
you ever wake out your sleep with cold sweats?
gotta spend more money ’cause they ain’t gone yet

- rx papi

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