dmx - rx papi lyrics
[intro]
uh
real rx
[verse]
walk in this b*tch like bankroll fresh
money rag on, crack in my drawers
glock same size as biggie smalls
i was dead broke, had to risk it all
jump the gate when you see the red dogs
.556s take your head off
run to that money, [?]
swing the machete, chop a n*gga legs off
my b*tch think she a city girl
all day long, all she do is scam
edd and wire fraud, all day long she go on and on
i wrapped the deal with post malone
sit in the trap, all alone
me, wokesha and styrofoam
roxanne tripping, left that b*tch home
my pockets fat, obese and big boned
.556 change your skin tonе
remember whеn i had beef with jerome
pistol on me everyday walking home
don’t you ever run up on me wrong
one false move, b*tch you gone
i walk in this b*tch like blueface
slap a b*tch for scuffing my shoelace
you shaking, can’t even shoot straight
my jewelry hd and blu*ray
kick ’em, push ’em like lupe
why the f*ck would i listen to what you say?
i feel like big in juicy
i sip wock, not d’ussé
don’t look at me with the screw face
gl!ck make you look like two*face
draco got aim like toothpaste
when i’m in the trap, feel like rob base
i send a p*ssy n*gga on a mission
slap the sh*t out him if he don’t listen
i was broke but not [?]
now when i talk, they got to listen
you know d*mn well i ain’t politicking
i’m trying to sell coke to a politician
i seen my brother for a mortician
that sh*t dead f*cked up my vision
sipping on wock, scratching and itching
when i’m all alone, i’m bugging and twitching
it’s one in the head, if you want you can get it
it’s thirty more coming when i put the clip in
it’s a long nose on me, it look like scotty pippen
i jump in my audi and then go to drifting
feel like trick daddy, i don’t do no tricking
serve his ass a dummy brick, i tricked him
he was so happy, he ain’t know i tricked him
then he came back trying to play the victim
before he even knew what the f*ck hit him
before he got out the car, a .556 flipped it
i don’t skateboard or do kickflips
i drive the audi like a stickshift
a lil n*gga but i got a big gl!ck
hollow points will go through a big b*tch
them n*ggas rap, they never did sh*t
i really rob sh*t and really hit l!cks
i really cook crack and really flipped it
really was sticked up on a mission
hang out the window, start hitting
h*ll nah, pap ain’t religious
but i pray to god i ain’t miss ’em
you can get far when you mind your business
i learned from brock, be ’bout your business
had too many n*ggas in your business
when the car get too hot, then switch it
high as a b*tch, i’m getting lifted
b*tch this a dutch, not a swisher
walk in the trap like it’s a stick up
pop a perc and load the stick up
pap on roxies and the jigga
i was in jail doing chin*ups
crunches, push*ups and sit*ups
punch you in your face, pack your sh*t up
knocked them down, told ’em “get up”
i’mma stay the same, i don’t switch up
i’mma pour a deuce and get my d*ck sucked
i’m in a ‘stang going fast as h*ll
mama said she wished i was back in jail
yellow n*gga but the stick black as h*ll
these n*ggas move funny like dave chapelle
i’m spinning out in a chevy chevelle
widebody kit look like a whale
“put the bag down” like denzel
you a young boy, like kentrell
the bank teller asked me “what’s the smell”
i said “biscotti and chanel”
adequate, proper and very well
these n*ggas living in fairytales
i got more swag than pharrell
i’m deadass b*tch, i’m for real
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