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jill scott (ps2 freestyle) - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
yuh
real rx
yuh
real rx

[verse]
walk in this b*tch like lil b
on the perc pill and a lil e
i [?] this b*tch like a martian
this a audi, i’m not walkin’
when pap talkin’, stop talkin’
i was in the box with bob barker, i will backslap a n*gga mama
p*ssy n*ggas prayin’ to see me under, glock look like okc thunder
b*tch say i’m s*xier than ted bundy, i walk in the trap and i get it jumpin’
[?] n*ggas walkin’ in jumanji
bullsh*t me [?] need a [?]
auntie finna get her ass ddt
i walk in this b*tch like lord of the rings, this sh*t’ll get uglier than booker t
i walk in this b*tch like mr. walk*in*this*b*tch
they tryna walk in how i walked in this b*tch
this beat crazy, i’m walkin’ this sh*t
back to back, i’m talkin’ my sh*t
they said, “papa, why you always spazzin?”
drank got a hit stick like john madden
my chains [?] baddest
i walked in like tony soprano
diamonds hittin’ like a noisy channel
b*tch it’s chanel, why you call it channel?
papi too hot for you to handle, i hit thе pot and get dismantled
ain’t no power on in thе trap, auntie in this b*tch lightin’ candles
f*ckin’ hoes like future in your gucci slides
’til you get shot out your gucci sandals
i walked in like “swae, you ain’t got the answers”
glock make a n*gga put his hands up
i walked in like the real kanye
this [?], this not bombay
i hate b*tches that move like ciara
that gotta be the dumbest b*tch in america
you know d*mn well that’s not that boy dad
i wouldn’t be mad if future beat yo ass
don’t play games with a n*gga [?]
n*gga f*ck around pop over your [?]
they wanna be jt and yung miami, all these hoes think they city girls
556, go through fifty girls
i’m in the trap with plenty girls
i will serve a [?] any girl
these n*ggas livin’ in fantasy world
my b*tch suck d*ck better than jill scott
i don’t know what the f*ck wrong with jill scott
these city girls is some real thots
i don’t beef on it now, i got real opps
blue tints and a stick k!ll cops
they like, “when the f*ck he gon’ stop?”
i walk in this b*tch like my pops
beat the f*ck out you and the pot
where i’m from, x marks the spot
on his forehead, put a f*ckin’ dot
they held it but never saw the shots
i’m like kobe tryna beat the clock
i look down and check my watch
it’s 8:23 on the dot
b*tch n*gga better give me my props
they always say white men can’t jump
well, where i’m from the white guy hops
beat the [?] like bernard hopkins
i sold drugs ’cause i ain’t have a option
up the stick, i ain’t finna [?] sh*t
i beat the sh*t out of you if i box you
strip a n*gga down to his boxers
why this b*tch in the cold watchin’, she better be happy when i rob her
i’ll take that b*tch percs ’cause it’s [?]
give it to my b*tch, act like i bought it
they say, “d*mn, papi, you bold”
they say, “d*mn, papi, you cold”
in the kitchen makin’ love to the stove
i love that b*tch more than she’ll ever know
that b*tch keep me in [?]
d*mn, my body covered in gold
other than the glock, i don’t trust a soul
i drag a razor ‘cross your throat
use the same razor to cut dope
smoke a blunt and act like nothin’ wrong
i don’t know why the f*ck they wanna play with me
by the way, this a playstation beat
i walk in this b*tch like h&d
up the glock, take you off your feet
[?] like eddie g
knock you the f*ck out like eddie g
pull up in the foreign like eddie g
drunker than a b*tch, i’m eddie g
in a hotel suite like i’m eddie g
these n*ggas move like rikishi
they wanna see me dead like eddie g
long live my n*gga eddie g

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