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letra de johnny sparkz - rx papi

[intro]
yes, jayco
look at you
got nothin’ to tell, man, he ain’t sure without his cup
who the f-ck is you?

[verse]
is you ridin’ out?
or you too busy nuttin’ out?
they been hidin’ out
wherever you see him, fire him down
that micro drake could take a n-gga face sound like the qui out
he ran off with that man sh-t, that mean he cool with dyin’ ’bout it
i grew up like the goodfellas, but i wasn’t a good fella
i could see a n-gga gettin’ his ass whooped, i don’t know if i would help him
i learned to mind my d-mn business
i’m god when i’m in the trenches
out to rob when they look suspicious
i’m not goin’ out like them other n-ggas
you put your man picture in the chain, we got sh-t cracked
you put your man picture in the chain but it ain’t get get back
we put yo man dead in a spliff, then we lit that
g29, ten milli’, if you run up, we push your sh-t back
2x4s on every door, whatever they on, we prepared for it
don’t wanna hear no war stories, we really down to go to war for it
this rappin’ sh-t all i got, or else it’s back to the pot
pistol in my draws, i let it off a b-tch gettin’ robbed
i’m ai with the crossover, i trick yo dad in front of you
i took his sh-t, you know i did, now, tell me what you wanna do
this sh-t here a dirty game
if all you do it is get pictures when they die, you gon’ have thirty chains
bounce out, n-gga, work out on your aim
in the kitchen like [?]
on that bullsh-t like john dang
a made man, that’s how i came
from front to back, i know the oath
auntie said she knew me since i was a baby, i still sold her dope
she said i could rap my ass up and she always knew i’d be the goat
[outro]
you make me come up here and talk to you in person now, huh?
hey, i ain’t been callin’ you, muhf-cka, what am i callin’ you for? i ain’t viz
i’m sick of playin’ with you, where’s my motherf-ckin’ money?!
oh hey man, who the f-ck is you talkin’ to like that? don’t come here and disrespect me on my block in front of my boys
f-ck y’all guala-gualas, man
hijo de puta
what, n-gga? what?
f-ck y’all, f-ck y’all n-ggas
yeah, baby boy, the wild card
i keep the abm in the game

- rx papi

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