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letra de riccy stole my bike - rx papi

[intro]
n-gga that go for anything, since a kid
i never went for nothing
on my soul, you can ask my momma
you can ask my grandma
i never went for nothin’
i never went for no games
i never played with these n-ggas
when it was time to go to business, i stood ten toes with the best of em, n-gga

[verse]
b-tch i break the door off the hinges
the trap do numbers whenever papi get up in it
auntie ran out of pots, told her point me to the blender
i got topside dawg on me, baby gotta hit it
auntiе put it in a stem, this that one hitter quittеr
100 round drum b-tch i let dump on you n-ggas
i only rap my real life, i’m not one of you n-ggas
i take this sh-t to trial ’til every one of us acquitted
f-ck the motherf-cking feds, i got bodies in my head
doctor try and give me meds, told the n-gga give me percs
that’s the only sh-t that work, help me when my feelings hurt
i been really doing dirt, i put n-ggas in the dirt
his mom crying out in church
guess your son shouldn’t have played
he was gangster on the ‘gram, he see my gun in his face
go ‘head n-gga talk that now, super cool, walked ’em down
that here go for any n-gga who think ion stand on business, n-gga
since a boy i been that n-gga
they k!lled my daddy in my face
every n-gga that get walked down make sure i hit his face
max died infront of me i feel his blood still on my face
[?] died for his audi, when i’m in mines i do the race
put the tris down baby, i’m on 17 [?]
we pay for hits now baby, i want 17 straight
he not religious, he gon play if he get sent up to them gates
bk know how to work the stick therefore i had to did ’em straight
they know i been that n-gga
since a boy i knew the reaper
i been talkin’ to ’em lately
he say i’m talkin’ kinda crazy
cause all i wanna see is red, i got demons in my head
i really want n-ggas k!lled
i still get in the field
i still jump out the car
and i walk my man down, if i don’t feel satisfied then i shoot up the d-mn crowd
give a f-ck about a rap deal, still make crack deals
still play the backfield, still’ll serve you bad pills
don’t try me like a rap n-gga
i don’t really [?] n-ggas
my youngins really whack n-ggas
ask ’bout me, they say i’m that n-gga
ricky stole my bike when i was young, i went in the house and cried like a punk
my momma said: “if you don’t get yo bike back i beat yo ass”
i went outside and beat his ass
i got my bike back too
no n-gga play with me after that, i plan on keepin’ it like that

- rx papi

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