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letra de terry - rx papi

[intro]
yeah
yeah
yeah, yeah
real rx
yeah
yeah
yeah

[verse]
mind your own business, get you a long way
bullets don’t got names, get the f-ck out the way
drink made him get high, feel like he from the bay
when you talk to a man look him dead in the face
i been stuck in this mood for a couple of days
h-ll nah, i ain’t working for minimum wage
he get hit with the gl!cks, no chance he gon’ make it
i walked in like a junkie, freebasing
four o’s on the front, four o’s on the back
glock on me look like bernie mac
bloodhound for thе money, i smell wherе it’s at
they hated on pap, they can kiss my ass
thinking ’bout cuz and i get in my feelings
he cross that line with me, i k!ll him
that n-gga a b-tch, he ain’t got it in him
i walk in this b-tch and get to trippin’
these n-ggas move like sammy the bull
beat your face with the glock ’cause i’m not with the bull
you make one false move then the glock gettin’ pulled
i’m good at the wheel b-tch we not gettin’ pulled
i shoot better than pierce, paul
ar bigger than pau gasol
chris brown glock knock you wall to wall
told cuz you could order what you want
cook crack like a five star restaurant
the glock got more kickback than lebron
walked in this b-tch like “what’s goin’ on”
i got a good reason why i did you wrong
turn your back on me i’ma still be [?]
saw a [?]
bankroll on me bigger than me
i beat the sh-t outta a n-gga bigger than me
he thought he was gonna win ’cause he bigger than me
b-tch this glock i got bigger than me
shooters from the roof, you get shot in your [?]
these n-ggas corny like [?]
walk in this b-tch like [?]
use a gillette razor cut a n-gga throat out
i’m yosemite sam at the showdown
[?] grimy and lowdown
i robbed a n-gga after i promised i wouldn’t
i wanted to let him go but i just couldn’t
i don’t really got friends ’cause i robbed them all
me and my right hand man, we robbin’ in the mall
i ended up robbin’ him before i dropped him off
[?] i strip a n-gga to his drawers
glock to your face, problem solved
whatever you do, don’t get the cops involved
i got real bad flashbacks
walk in this b-tch like mad max
close my eyes, everything go black
these n-ggas be talkin’ ’bout this and that
i’m not the one, i don’t want chat
i got a gangsta b-tch [?]
spin off on a n-ggas like “pardon, my bad”
i’m goin’ to get it, i’ll be right back
what happened to all of that tough sh-t
now you talkin’ like a hoe soundin’ dumb and sh-t
“n-gga, papi, my bad, i ain’t mean it like that”
beat him with the glock like it was a bat
h-ll nah, these n-ggas ain’t cut like me
h-ll nah, these n-ggas ain’t built like me
these n-ggas not really in the field like me
i’m tryna rap but i still gotta eat
can’t [?] n-gga i’m in knee deep
slide three n-ggas with money on my head
every time get a new chain, buy a new gun
n-ggas talk all they want, they don’t ever do nun
i done been in shootouts back to back
told [?] don’t run or turn your back
i was only 19 when they hit me in my back
n-ggas [?], ain’t even shoot back
can’t believe i put my trust into that n-gga
knew i shouldn’t have been f-cking with that n-gga
i’m scared as a b-tch, i don’t know if i’ma walk
my head spinnin’, everything gettin’ dark
closed my eyes, i thought i was gonna see god
instead i saw the first n-ggas i ever robbed
shot him in the leg ’cause he ain’t give it up
even if he was, it wasn’t quick enough
my mama say i need to go and get counseling
i told [?] call me when them ounces in
when i walk in the trap don’t be announcin’ it
the weed name dumb as sh-t, can’t pr-nounce the sh-t
i walk in this b-tch and i’m breakin’ it down
[?] on a n-gga, i’m laying him down
“ayo, papi, what the f-ck wrong with you?”
i’m like, “what the f-ck you wanna do?”
they say that n-gga blackin’ when he in the booth
they say it only happens when he on the [?]
i walk in this b-tch like dj clue
knock you the f-ck out like [?]

- rx papi

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