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dirty eastside son of a gun (westside gun freestyle) - rx papi lyrics

don’t mind the syringes on the floor
two by fours on the door
that’s how every house i live in gotta come
my momma told me be careful
i told momma i gotta gun
i had problems with some n*ggas up the street and got ’em wacked
i told ’em stop me when i’m lying but they didn’t cause i ain’t cap
i got wax bags for you
i’m fresh as sh*t at the blender
he build that money if he want, we’ll stretch the sh*t out a n*gga
my momma say i’m like my dad
i think i’m more like my brother
i don’t care who you compare me to
just don’t compare me to a sucker
i sold dope as a teen
leftover coke in my jeans
we left smoke on the scene
we went to war for what we believe
n*ggas dying over corners
n*ggas dying over names
i’ll pull that iron out my drawers and knock a n*gga out the frame
n*gga i’m the motherf*cker smack man
thought i was out they pulled me back in
they used to call me fleechy back then
i really ran around with a mac 10
got my brother in the feds
that sh*t be f*cking up my head
look to my right like you the one that’s supposed to help me count the bread
i wake my daughter out the sleep
i plant kisses on her cheek
she beg daddy not to leave
well papi gotta hit the street
don’t you want the new jordans?
you wanna slide new foreigns?
you wanna come to daddy’s house, your momma crib too boring?
fay told me to really rap
talk for the trap i’m really that
he build that money i really blat
get n*ggas hit back to back
all alone i don’t see n0body
i ain’t never need n0body
face say i move like gotti
i’m a real made man
i ain’t hit the club with the bros
nah i rather stay in
i got dog with the gray tint
auntie say it’s a straight 10
all i know is get that money
none of my n*ggas like g money
split a dollar when we was hungry
back out the rocket caught him lunching
n*ggas will take the coat off your back
strip the shoes off your feet
put a pistol in your face and make you move off the street
i go to war by myself
i kept my sword by my belt
ricky tried to my bike
ask him how his jaw felt
i ain’t never been a p*ssy
i’m not a n*gga you can bully
i’m in the trap, it’s me and guala
if i don’t know him i’ma rob him
i come from a broken home
cooked dope on a broken stove
porter with me he know his role
if sh*t look funny up the pole
i ain’t worried bout n0body
my n*ggas move like the mob
he left town when it was beef
they put the tool to his mom
the one in charge, b*tch i’m marlo
i dropped the bag and get them all smoked
i’m in the cut like where waldo
told auntie “i ran out of blow”
with that boy i’m the pope
i gave all my n*ggas hope
brodie told me i’m the one
in the kitchen i’m lebron
jump out the wheel and get it done
we turn n*ggas into runts
papi do his own stunts
lit your brother in the blunt
i ain’t one of them you know like
where i’m from it’s hard to make it out, it’s real hard

- rx papi lyrics

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