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letra de i took the wrong pill last night - rx papi

[intro]
yuh
real rx
yuh

[verse]
geeked up back on to poppin’ them percocet’s
took another one cause the first one ain’t work yet
still trap with the junkies and wait on the first check
cameras on the trial, me and unc’ on the doorstep
glizzy with the switch you know i ain’t goin’ for it
real drug rich b-tch i look like a drug lord
crash the car and then go buy me another one
crash the b-tch getting realer ain’t none to me
they call me a rapper, but i fare with the drug money
stay walking in with designer sh-t on mе
my diamond dasani i’m drippin’ like water
drink in my hand while i’m spinnin’ my steering wheel
geekеd out my body on percocet pills
scratchin’ and itchin’ she can’t sit still
real rx b-tch this ain’t the other one
and that b-tch with the drummer reload through another one
bags going for the low on my side
chicken in the trap, like churches and popeyes
photo panomara pull up with the frog eyes
ain’t got no big homie, lil n-gga this all mine
put that fye on and watch how it fall in line
f-ck wit auntie even gave her my main-line
b-tch broke my hand she said “pa you got hang time”
30 in the g lock the glock got hang time
tell me i’m crazy, cause i been splurging on designer sh-t lately
b-tch ain’t even got a car, but ya driving me crazy
what you pay for your rent every month?
the same sh-t that sip from a cup
big backwood stuff
folks think i’m rollin em up
[?] use the roller and roll me one up
[?] b-tch loaded loaded as the f-ck
i walk in the [?] and hit me an army truck
5 56s can go thru an army truck
foe sent my sh-t and said he hard as the f-ck
b-tch slid in my dm talm ’bout how she wanna f-ck
tell that hoe, ima have my b-tch beat you the f-ck up
doe swings off the hand just like nunchucks
i ain’t never feelin’, let a n-gga think he one up
s-x money murder still ride two guns tucked
stuck in the trap from the sundown to sun up
caught him at a daycare while he picking his son up
ysl drac i’m a gunna gunna
arp out the wind doing hunna hunna
bullet chase a n-gga down like a bounty hunter
get you k!lled soon as i put the bounty on you
top sells off calabasas california
f-ck around made my lil sis walk in cvs
bust the strip, i’ll buy ya prada sundress
they only got wock but i want me some hi-tech
he got shot 5 times, how the h-ll he ain’t die yet?
real deal shooter n-gga i ain’t taking no side bet
caught early in the morning shot him dead in the driveway
these p-ssy ass n-gga be posted with prop sticks
drac c-cked, stick pock like chopsticks
20 round drum made it break up a mosh-pit
k!ll a n-gga dead, then go home to my b-tch
20 thousand dollars went amiri crazy
karats in my ear, i’m hard of hearin’ lately
smoking loud thats why its hard to hear you baby
walk in like a walking chandelier baby
top shelf za got a n-ggas eyes real lazy
b-tch spilt my drink, i’m like, ou you real crazy
wish i could tell you how i feel baby, but my mood gon’ switch when i pop this pill baby

- rx papi

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