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97 harris st - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
humming

[verse 1]
pick up my phone ten missed calls b*tch what the f*ck you want
don’t be rushing me on the stove b*tch i’m almost done
if this b*tch break i’ll use that blender like no other
make it stick to the pan can’t believe it ain’t b*tter
i got her hooked to this sh*t she say she love the substance
paranoid as a b*tch prob’ly why i’m clutchin’
ask cuz did he see that prob’ly think i’m buggin’
n*gga i know what i saw n*gga i ain’t buggin’
ain’t no one man above the crew these n*ggas david ruffin
have a n*gga eating through a straw when i push the b*tton
brodie ain’t got no f*cking lawn service but he keep the cutter
n*ggas playin’ games while we eatin’ b*tch this ain’t dave n busters
hundred shots let off broad day b*tch if we miss you lucky
i know you be hidin’ f*ck around and we’ll just get your cousin
i said what the f*ck i said b*tch and you ain’t hear me stutter
i’ll put them real gunners on you for that bread and b*tter
rp’s back to back plus the tris got me dozing off
all week long i’ve been in this fit, b*tch i’m going hard
had to take a trip down to the vet, guess i ain’t know my dog
shined a light on sh*t thats in the dark it d*mn near broke my heart
brodie jump off broad day with that drake*that b*tch a work of art
you ain’t really religious but you play i’ll send you close to god
you ain’t really got it and he do thats who you ‘sposed to rob
no matter what you do you should never want to cross your dog
n*ggas got the game f*cked up, they ain’t got no morals
g’s got the knocks on him i told him i’ll blow for you
i ain’t really with that bullsh*t stay away from me
ain’t no f*cking sign that say i’m a gangsta b*tch don’t play with me
ain’t talking ‘bout them racist crackers b*tch i got 3 k’s with me
cuz don’t wanna rap he say he cool with being a gravedigger
my mind f*cked up, my head hurt, i’m getting tired
they said they was in this sh*t 4l i knew them n*ggas was lyin’
the broke can’t lead the broke, and the blind can’t lead the blind
wish bk was still alive to hear him say it one more time
clutch the knocks in the bed i sleep with murder on my mind
every time we go up on the score i’m sleeping kinda fine
every time we went to war turned n*ggas blocks to columbine
if i could tell you every time n*gga stop me when i’m lyin’
on god

- rx papi lyrics

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