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bad ju - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
huh, shh, shh
on god
dawg sh*t records
huh, yeah, yeah

[verse]
i’m doing this sh*t way different
we whoop ass like we raise n*ggas
they say i got money and changed, n*gga
on your head i put that change, n*gga
all i hang with is grave diggers
reach for my chain, baby drac’ hit you
i don’t f*ck with none of you n*ggas
i rob the f*ck out one of you b*tches
they think it’s bad ju around me
’cause i keep havin’ bad visions
n*gga, i up this glock and go to trippin’
back in that mode, it been a minute
unc’ wanna hit it when i’m finished
this sh*t get sticky in that blender
he ain’t never sold a slab
he ain’t never shoot his strap
they call me papi, i’m they dad
these p*ssies got me in my bag
jump out that car and hit my man
he took off runnin’, i’m on his ass
these n*ggas got me p*ssed off
back on percs, i just withdrawed
go to the bank and take it out
put it on his head then take him out
don’t gotta pay a large amount
broad daylight they walk you down
abuela say i gotta pray
auntie rush me for the ya’
don’t give a f*ck what you gotta say
she got 50, i’m on the way
i don’t wanna go to church
i’m too busy doing dirt
he want fame like uzi vert
they put his picture on a shirt
parole got me super paranoid
i’ma shoot off rip, i ain’t going for it
shot him in his sh*t, i thought he was going for it
when you jump in this car you better know for sure
i been jumping out that car
i’m like kareem abdul*jabbar
f*ck you, n*gga, where your boss?
b*tch i’m a dawg, i drag my b*lls
i’m that motherf*cking n*gga
rob you for your motherf*cking pistol
i beat your ass and tell your og i did it
b*tch caught me cheating, i said “no i didn’t”
play dumb like i ain’t got no idea
police pull me over, it’s no idea
m5 beamer, this not no kia
pay straight cash, ain’t got no deal
my manager is a f*ckin’ p*ssy, dropped him after i signed that deal
them crackers gave me a hundred thousand
honestly i don’t give a f*ck about it
n*ggas come around tryna get something out me
this a micro drac’, spit a hundred out it
swerve when i ride like i’m in a [?]
i sold enough dope to buy a hundred audis
go ask face, it’s a true story
used to crack everyday with two .40’s
they say i’m bugged out in the brain
beat the f*ck out him for his chain
[?] died for a fake chain
then got locked and told on the gang
b*tch it’s big belly fred
what the f*ck you n*ggas need
i’m a super nasty dealer, dirty trick tucked up my sleeve
i came in here by myself, ion wanna hit your f*cking weed
she act like she a bougie b*tch, i took that sl*t to applebee’s
i started f*cking with that tris, i double cupped at seventeen
i robbed a n*gga for thirty thousand back when i was seventeen
i cracked out robin’s with the wings
that lil sig sauer with the beam
at houseparty just me and [?]
i robbed the f*ck out [?]
i got too drunk, i ain’t even mean it
i sold heroin where he [?]
thirty twenties in my jeans
i can’t see but spot a fiend
me and neph serve 2 for 10s, wish we could do it all again
he thought [?] was his mans, i always knew he was a b*tch
belt to ass, we spankin’ sh*t, i’m treating n*ggas like my kids
b*tch it is what it is, he shouldn’t’ve did what he did
on god

- rx papi lyrics

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