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letra de so icey slither 1.5 - rx papi

[intro]
wavier than a [?], the wavy man
n-gga, i got a better car, i got better songs
i look better, i got more b-tches, n-gga
i just live better than you, n-gga
i’m the best, n-gga, you n-ggas sittin’ around at the gym
you n-ggas…

[verse]
so icey slither, jump out the audi
if it ain’t ’bout money, then don’t call me
when i get on them percs i feel nauseous
real slithery n-gga, so move with caution
in the blink of an eye, i up and rob you
got [?] for the junkies like craig mack
they know papi fifties b-i-g
auntie don’t need one, let me lеave
you did four on a row, baby, take it easy
can’t afford for you to bе in here odin’
i’ll rob a n-gga for no d-mn reason
had five bands on me, i ain’t even need it
hood n-gga, i like my noodles with cheeses
got a [?] cookin’ dope, i’m undefeated
7.62s will flip your beamer
my wrist spin like hurricane katrina
stove always there every time i need it
i’m still hearin’ voices but i never see ’em
you can’t make this sh-t up, they think i’m tweakin’
can’t leave the game alone, unc’ and auntie need me
i remember when i went ot for a weekend
a hundred missed calls ’cause they ain’t see me
they know i show love, i don’t do ’em greasy
when this sh-t lock up, it’s hard to see me
keep the glock [?], i know they schemin’
if you run up on me, i’ma say [?]
i gotta stop poppin’ percs but i really need ’em
two 30s back-to-back, papi, take it easy
i’ll punch the f-ck outta a n-gga
put my timbs on, stomp the f-ck outta a n-gga
backhand slap the f-ck out your sister
papi diagnosis, slithery syndrome
keep me the f-ck out of your mentions
n-ggas rappin’ about street sh-t but never did it
real street n-gga with a bankroll
[?]
wake up in the mornin’, feel like shawty lo
cheatin’ on my b-tch with the stove
i’m strapped the f-ck up, g.i. joe
these n-ggas move just like cb4
they want me dead, they wanna see me broke
i feel like boosie on death row
i’m 50 cent, you fat joe
junkies come to the backdoor
i do not wear no godd-mn yeezys
i pray to a money rag, not jesus
i picked up a bible but didn’t read it
i just need the papers to roll my weed in
abuela said i act just like a demon
the words you speak, you better mean it
so icey slither, i’m not anemic
i know you say you trap, i just don’t believe it
i’m the real k!lla cam, i really mean it
auntie like, “papi, i really need it”
when you talkin’ to me, watch how you speakin’
i dove headfirst straight to the deep end
.556s break down your defense
i don’t care what happen as long as we win
if we talkin’ about money, then count me in
neph and the stove my only friends

- rx papi

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