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letra de silk da shoccer - rx papi

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[intro]
yeah

[verse]
i walk in this b-tch like silkk the shocker
.556s in a dirty chopper
stick [?], i’m not a boxer
beat the pot like de la hoya, óscar
these n-ggas act as they should get an oscar
.556s will fix a n-gga posture
i slide through this b-tch like the green goblin
don’t be a menace, n-gga, do we got a problem?
i don’t like batman like that, i like robin
not the sidekick, i literally like robbin’
i will rob the f-ck out you with no bother
i will rob you and not give a f-ck about the karma
i will rob you while you out with yo’ baby mama
do you like the police make you put yo’ arms up?
you talk like a gangster but i know you harmless
i shoot thе stick like the black mamba
when i’m in thе trap, this b-tch goin’ bonkers
i ride for my dogs like the n-gga from yonkers
[?]
.556s flip sh-t like an omelette
i walk in this b-tch like russell westbrook
beat the pot, cookin’ dope, hit it with a left hook
these n-ggas ’round here move like kid ‘n play
up the drac’, shoot the sh-t out yo’ face
you don’t sell dope, then get out the way
up the drac’, do what the f-ck simon say
.556s will break your spine today
.556s will take your mind away
my big cousin hit ten [?] in two pounds
i tried my hardest to find his hidin’ place
if i ever would’ve found a n-gga hidin’ place, i would’ve robbed my own cousin dead in his face
i’m a slithery n-gga from back in the days
i tried to change but i’m back in my ways
i will backhand slap the f-ck out your face
can’t stop cookin’ crack, it’s not just a phase
i deserve over a thousand js
my mom never bought me no michael js
i cook crack in a broke down microwave
i could lift my wrist and then light the weight
.556s will light yo’ face
i can’t work for a white man, makin’ minimum wage
i walked across the block, now across the stage
i got more money than every n-gga i went to school with
i robbed a couple n-ggas, that’s why i’m not cool with ’em
but i ain’t like the sh-t they was doin’ or how they was maneuverin’
you can’t talk one way then act another
’cause i will rob you, turn around and rob your brother
i robbed a n-gga one time and he told my mother
the next mother’s day, i robbed a n-gga mother
they say papi a slithery motherf-cker
that’s on you if you wanna try and trust me
i up the stick, i’m not really a tussler
i got more chains on me than busta
yo’ uncle [?]
my pockets fat like dj mustard
trampoline trap, papi get it jumpin’
i don’t care if my man winnin’, i’m still gon’ jump him
punch you in yo’ sh-t and get to stompin’
now yo’ head look like a pumpkin
i cook crack like my grandma make [?]
they fightin’ in the trap like it’s royal rumble
my wrist in the pot like i’m makin’ gumbo
i roll with that sack, i will never fumble
i won’t trip, skip or stumble

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