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letra de mood - rx papi

(i dont see how you can drive something crazy like that)

[verse]
yuh, is a mood
real rx, yuh….yuh
baby said who you gonna walk in this b-tch like today?
walk in this b-tch like i’m flava flav
busta rhymes these big ass chains
get higher then wiz on paper planes
b-tch i’m higher than a paper plane
shoot a n-gga bout my chain like gucci mane
these cartier’s not gucci frames
shootin like the n-gga on notre dame
bound to get soaked when you play in the rain
hundred round drake can you stand the reign
high as f-ck like max payne
two guns on me like max payne
pop a 30 when i’m goin through max pain
pull up black audi like bruce wayne
hit the corner make that b-tch sw-ng
she like put that weed out that sh-t stank
i walk in this b-tch like the big bank
i dont drink yak i sip drank
ben wallace when i’m in the paint
high as f-ck when i’m in the bank
gl!ck hit a n-gga and his lil cousin
ar bigger than demarcus cousins
i dont wear ysl but b-tch im thuggin
these n-ggas hating like joe budden
i really could cook a controlled substance
i really will serve you a whole onion
i’m really in the audi hundred miles runnin
sport mode one fifty im finna gun it
if i gave you one hundred you still couldn’t be a hundred
chris brown with with the glock make you runnin
( three gun shots) let me come in
baby drake sound like its mumbling
when he got hit look like he started krumping
its springs in the floor this b-tch jumping
up the gl!ck if i see him jumping
punch you back to back like im punch in
five five six go through a n-gga crunches
aunty call me her pumpkin
she owe me fifteen from a bundle
she said “pap let me slide, boy i love you”
when i’m in the hood do what i wanna do
pistol on me b-tch i’m comfortable
leave the audi running cause i’m comfortable
its bloods on my block i’m still comfortable
trey g pulled up in a benz
i told him lets race and get it in
east sleeze shootin dice told em’ jump in
he said “f-ck that i rather hit l!cks”
whenever i’m in the hood it get lit
i wish a n-gga would think imma lit
up the raw bust you in ya sh-t
f-ck em all they can suck a d-ck
ballin on these n-ggas like vince
n-ggas move like pac in above the rim
ballin on these n-ggas above the rim
took off my white ones and put on my tim’s
swag in my bag this not drip
i wake up and get fresh as sh-t
these n-ggas wake up depressed as sh-t
tryna figure out the mess they in
me and my b-tch go though domestic sh-t
at the end of the day my b-tch is my b-tch
n-ggas copy everything i did
but real n-ggas know what the f-ck it is

- rx papi

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