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let me talk my shit doe (senseless remix) - rx papi lyrics

higher than a b*tch, i’m out my mind, with too much sh*t on my mind
too many stones can’t tell the time, right now pour another line
i’m tryin’ be higher than high, i’m tryin’ be higher than god
keep this pistol on my side, see me p*ssy say “oh my god”
b*tch, is yo ass down to ride? if you not, then you get out
i ain’t callin you no uber, i’m not droppin you back off at yo house
i got sh*t to do, i’m out, she like “what the f*ck is you talking ’bout”
i’m like is you in or is you out, 10 hour drive, i’m goin down south
i gotta pick some sh*t up, i am not gone switch up
i do not give one f*ck, i’m not tryna sign nun’
dawgsh*trecords we run sh*t, n*ggas know we dog sh*t
i ain’t with that fraud sh*t, papi wildin, lawless
cartier it flawless, i want you painless, broadless
and i want yo jaw b*tch, yeah i’m stuffin it all in
and i got a car full, no i do not car pool
but i do got house jewels, and i do got car jewels
no i don’t wear housе shoes, b*tch i think i’m too cool
when i’m on the wеst, i’m smokin the best from aintn0bodycool
cuz ain’t n0body cool, if anybody buss a move
i show you my body do, b*tch i get on yo body too
my shooter follow through, all he do is follow suit
you would think it’s cp and blake griff the way i’m throwing alley*oops
we hanging out the window and the only thing we doin is shoot
blocboy jb glock cause all that b*tch do is shoot! shoot! shoot!
when i pull up inna coupe! coupe! coupe!
shooters jumpin out the roof! roof! roof!
dead dog, he ain’t got no woof! woof! woof!
my lil n*ggas wylin, baby yeah you know i got it
thousands, they sit in my pocket, rocket
don’t spill in my trousers, got it, b*tch you know i’m icy, stop it
i’m still poppin oxycontins, i slowed down from doing roxys
these n*ggas move like informants, say he love me what you did for me
b*tch i know you don’t really want it, you just round me for the glory
run you over with ?, now he gotta keep on moving forward
they like shorty what’s the story, b*tch i’m sticking to my story
throw a b*tch from thirty stories, you know shorty got it on him
glock on me while i’m performing, up the glock the glock performing
the glock was part of my performance, bankroll on me its enormous
speedball kurt, that’s what they call me, i’m a dog you know i dog it
told the b*tch i was gon call her, blocked the number, never called her
cartier, it look like water, my b*tch 1k, she not from broadway
my opps at home, i know they salty, i bought a foreign just to dog it
i could hear them perkies callin, i pulled up in a creepy crawler
should’ve seen em when they saw me, i jump out like i’m mr. frosty
i’m smoking gas like car exhaustion, sippin cough syrup but i’m not coughing
i get in my feelings quite often, he talkin stupid i might off him
you know how much it cost for a coffin, think bout that before you start talkin
kicked the b*tch out told her to start walkin, blocked the b*tch number, told her stop callin
drake nolia clap like i’m from new orleans, big belly freddy like e*40
if it’s cheap enough, we bought it, screaming like a b*tch when we caught him
swing that drac like i’m r*t*rded, don’t f*ck around got me started
my first thought was “this beat garbage”, then that b*tch started hittin a lil harder
arm in the pot like vince carter, they chose the quarter over the block like that lightskin n*gga in coach carter
i’m out my business, i don’t bother, come round with that sh*t i’ll rob you
your best bet, don’t trust me regardless, my momma ask me “why you so heartless”
push the b*tton on the car, start it, that’s my queue to leave, i’m done talkin
gave her a 8th cause her weed garbage, me and neph not going like yak and jackboy
i don’t jack that sh*t with yak and jackboy, i look at neph and say “we them boyz”
we way better than max and french, neph’ll talk to you, don’t ask me sh*t
i get mad when my b*tch ask for a sip, i lied and told her i’d give her a deuce
even to my lawyer, i can’t tell the truth, him and the da probably in cahoots
i feel like woody, the gl!ck in my boots
woke up asked my b*tch for my boot, i’m poppin perks like i hurt my tooth
im more crip than uncle snoop, ? see me and he’ll salute
i get love in my hood, they treat me like i’m gotti
way before the rap, i was sellin crack and i was pullin robberies
you can ask anybody on the eastside about me
glizzy stickin out my boxers, b*tch you better know i got it
please don’t think i’m movin sloppy cause you see me on narcotics
talkin stupid in the club parking lot until they shot him
n*gga said he want what for what? lil buddy wylin
lil cuz up the street, he put me on, what kinda car he drivin
i know lil baby fine, but that p*ssy got a lotta mileage
audi seat reclined, i put this b*tch on autopilot
keep on pourin lines, fell in love with that dirty toxic
? that’s my dawg, we tied in, you know how we rockin
dawgsh*trecords we ain’t nun but some d*mn doggies
yak think that he blacked out on this beat, that lil n*gga r*t*rded
get in my a8, designer wocka, this muhf*cka water
thinking i don’t think, i let him think he could, don’t even call me
know how to trap, my brother trap, without a deal we go regardless
i don’t want no d*mn flowers, b*tch i want some d*mn dollars
she playing with that nose powder, for the gram she paying top dollar
trap for the dogs, pitbulls and some rottweilers
? want a deuce, i told em give me half an hour
my opps don’t know what to do with powder, instead they f*ck around and use the powder
say i don’t trap, b*tch you’s a liar, hang you in a cross and crucify you
got baby boss, no pacifier, pat him down, he might have a wire
100 round hittin everybody, h*ll nah we ain’t get invited to the party
came in this b*tch to rob everybody, n*gga have you ever seen a dead body
faceshot gang we headshot him, hit his jaw left his legs rockin
staring at my cartier, d*mn this f*cker cost a fortune
‘member when i used to window shop for sh*t, i couldn’t afford it
f*cked round, hit the pot, i beat the block and d*mn near built a fortune
drum look like the wheel of fortune, boy or girl, b*tch pick your poison
close the door it’s kinda noisy, still paranoid, i’m hearing voices
n*ggas left me no choices, we don’t drive no rolls royces
don’t speak on unknown sources, horses in the hood but it’s not a porsche
dumb hood b*tch, her name porsche, sell crack out her house, got that b*tch scorchin
stupid b*tch think she gon get a portion, gave her a 8th told and her to roll it
it’s my car, i drive it like i stole it, in the ? they say “pistola”
1300, i got a zip for you, don’t gotta cook it, it’s already hit for you
i front you, i don’t got a problem with that, i got a problem when i gotta look for you
don’t be coming back with no sob stories, i don’t wanna hear what they took from you
the second time i’mma up the glock, but the first time i got a hook for you
n*gga said “pap, i got 500”, i said “aight cool, i got a hook for you”

- rx papi lyrics

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