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letra de stepper - smokingskul & rx papi

[intro]
look, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout n-gga?

[chorus: smokingskul]
these n-ggas testify, akademiks (i love you)
swinging my pole, n-gga, like a hammock
think i’m p-ssy, i’ma blam it
think i’m p-ssy, i’ma shoot (what?)
you with the guardians like i’m groot
i love the mac, apple my favorite fruit (favorite fruit)
i’m finna blow up like a nuke
i’m finna blow up like a juul (yeah)
these n-ggas was in school
i got a fifty with ja rule (what i say?)
i’m with the steppers like a stool
you not a stepper, take your shoes off
i’m in the frontlines like rudolph
i got my gun, you got your gun too, n-gga, let’s have a shoot off
d-mn, i smoke black like cia (i smoke black like cia)
you seen your first rat with financial aid (f-ck)
i’m from sweden, not miami-dade
i don’t support you, i ain’t dwayne wade
i’m in all black, n-gga, like a renegade
yeah, glock 19 ask n-gga, “what the f-ck a fade?”
i think i see morty with the rick shades
these n-ggas cut and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a fade
i’m outside with the drums like a d-mn parade (d-mn)
pull his car, pull his spade
n-ggas hoes, call ’em lade
look at me, n-gga
[verse 2: rx papi]
(dawg sh-t records)
bony as h-ll
cuz’, what’s crackin’?
i got the pole out, bug, what happened?
i’m off the drugs right now, relapsin’
when pap’ at the store, they like, “d-mn, he black”
fifty k in drug money under the mattress
but i’m still in the street
heat deals on the pete
need pills just to sleep
i’m real rx, i ain’t buyin’ nothin’ cheap
this the real one, i can’t f-ck with no booth
still my wrist in the bowl, i’ma know what to do
off the tris’ right now, so i swerve in the coupe
i ain’t gettin’ packed down, ain’t a glock in my boot
double down with two glocks, and i rock with them too
walk in this b-tch like my neck hurt, chain so big need a back brace
sippin’ paul wall, sittin’ sideways
when you shoot the glock, don’t hold it sideways
bust the f-ck down, this a whole lot of ice
i bought my chain off a whole lot of white
caught him down bad, put a hole in him twice
he got one in the head while he was rollin’ the dice
two glock pap’, i’m doubled the f-ck down
n-gga, you too turnt, better buckle the f-ck down
switch-switch on the gl!ck, it ain’t aim it at your face
better cherish your life ‘fore we take it away
ain’t no brakes in the car, all i know is hit the gas
this the same work, i just switched it back
finessed auntie, this completely different batch

- smokingskul rx papi

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