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it's the other way - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
the other day my homie posted up with the godd*mn rick owen bricks on his feet, i almost started f*cking crying, breh
you know the ones that be looking goofy as a motherf*cker with the big ass tongue and sh*t
i told n*gga to slow his roll, ’cause he thinks he’s looking with it, bruh
(on god)
he even tried to come at me but i was wearing that moncler puffer with the stony underneath
motherf*cker quieted his sh*t down immediately

[verse]
(uh)
i ain’t nothing like these n*ggas, i really sold that sh*t
i stretch the slab and throw a half on half and sеrve a b*tch a split
them n*ggas know how i rock, b*tch this ain’t top, you oughta know it’s hip
i be raisеd inside a f*cking dirty pot, this sh*t not what it was
i’m not switchin sh*t, b*tch i switch the switch, what you see is what you get
i jump about that car, hit any man, b*tch better not take me again
i move that city and spit at n*ggas, the nerve of you n*ggas, hot d*mn n*ggas
that drac’ hit you and airlift it, speak up ’cause i can’t hear n*ggas
i like to ride round with the chop, i jump out, draw down on my opp
one by one all of them get shot, broad day like we jump out the car
we used to hang it out the window, can’t take no chances, gotta get up
i put on for all my n*ggas, i put all of them in position
i point the finger then you finished, b*tch i’m not really with the gimmicks
reach for my chain, you gon’ die, get hit with something that’s extended
[?] tell you how i get, i get nasty with that stick
with them hits, i’m six for six, can’t keep these n*ggas in my mix
he mad ’cause his b*tch on my d*ck, n*gga i don’t even want your b*tch
i make that b*tch set a n*gga up, set her up while she set the n*gga up
i really just don’t give a f*ck, i’m still a grimy motherf*cker
i’m still a sheisty ass n*gga, still a real nasty dealer
i swung swords with the k!llers, we not gon’ run, you gotta k!ll us
the top slot, they wanna get me, on my head they put a fifth
them p*ssy n*ggas better [?], go get your shooter from the [?]
them 308s feel like a missile, that’s what he get for ridin’ with you
they said they was gon’ rob me, they said they was gon’ line me up
they said that they was gon’ get me k!lled, i’m still in that motherf*ckin’ field
if i die, i’m going out like marlo, i k!ll you by the f*ckin’ corner
play with that money, you gon’ meet the coroner
once it’s on, it’s on, i tried to warn you
this is the demon in my head, sh*t, all i think about is death
i stand over a n*gga and watch him take his last breath
i’m gon’ murder with this sh*t, see n*ggas get murdered for this sh*t
i used to be a worker on some sh*t, i went berserking to get sh*t
my momma tell me that i’m special, i just got a good rizz
they think i’m spending rap money, i been hitting good l!cks
i put the rental in her name, i got a real hood b*tch
i caught cody for the flame, lil’ n*gga don’t miss
[outro: phillip burgess & jamie hector]
the f*ck?
you think i dream of coming to work up in this sh*t on a sunday morning?
tell all my friends what a good job i got?
i’m working to support a family, man
pretend i ain’t talkin’ to you
pretend like i ain’t even on this earth
i know what you are
now i ain’t steppin’ to, but i am a man
and you just clip that sh*t and act like you don’t even know i’m there
i don’t
i’m here
look, i told you i wasn’t steppin’ to you
i ain’t disrespecting you, son
you want it to be one way
what?
you want it to be one way
man, i don’t kn*
you want it to be one way
man, stop!
stop saying that
but it’s the other way

- rx papi lyrics

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