more marlo less sosa - rx papi lyrics
on god
b*tch don’t even know my name, she think imma get her a prada bag
i told her i could do it, i got a cuban, we make a lot of cash
i’m smooth when i manoeuvre, how i do it, it was kinda fast
isometric through the section with that stick, come through and line his ass
i understand you got a glock but we got choppers like bin laden had
you’d think it’s groceries in this b*tch cause brodie sell a lot of bags
he pulled it out the oven, it’s kinda hot like a lasagna slab
your b*tch really dirt, on god, she just got a lotta ass
black louie belt, cuz kick sh*t like karate class
left residue on the counter, f*cked around and made my momma mad
a gut shot’ll leave your whole stomach all kinds of bad
you can’t sh*t right, you need a nurse to change all kinda bags
cuz copped a h*llcat but he don’t even drive it fast
you been f*cked up since i knew you, go ahead with your lyin’ ass
you been searching high and low, been tryin to find yo lil hidin’ ass
type of n*gga that wanna drop a dime when i’m slidin past
my cousin shot a n*gga and then asked where the hoes at
he can’t hustle for sh*t, i fronted him once and he f*cked up the whole slab
that n*gga know how to rob, he went out and brought a whole loewe bag
i only talk my real life, other n*ggas be so cap
i line you up and take your ass down, it’s a known fact
this chopper hit yo face, no way you gettin your dome back
n*gga bought a cheap ass watch, cost a scatpack
cuz did 5, came home, still eatin jack mac
i really played the [?], f*ck a rap check
n*ggas hit my line for a feature, i send my cashapp
i send auntie to the store with 20 bucks like bring my cash back
drop 20 bowls off at cuz house like and told him bag that
micro arp sound like bombs over baghdad
unk ask for one on the arm, i let him have that
i jump up out that car broad day, and let em have that
my name is my name, f*ck with it and i turn to mad max
glock come out my draws close range it’ll blow yo ass back
he turned his back and then he got hit, from head to asscrack
made auntie wait 5 more minutes cause this the last batch
this rap sh*t cool, but i really got rich from glass slabs, on god
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