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murda man - rx papi lyrics

(intro)
d*generation x
d*generation

(verse 1)
i’ll knock your f*cking head off your shoulders
b*tch watch your mouth you’ll think we with the secret service the way we finna watch your house sneaking through a n*gga front lawn like his foxes round throw 62 grams in a pot i’m finna lock it down he used to be the man in the spot and they shot him down i’m balling slide foreign n*ggas trying to knock me out of bounce block hot them n*ggas dropping they looking for me i’m not around pouring liquor at that n*gga grave site go ahead pop it now i might slide out the philly get some smack from my brother quanny i came hеre high as sh*t i just smacked up another johnny b*tton on thе back of my g*lock i feel like trump and them you a p*ssy rapping ass n*gga like “lil pump” and them cuz be whooping your ass until you blue i’m still jumping in b*tch i’m ax with that drake who the f*ck want rum with this if you ain’t gon shoot get out the mother f*cking wheel i’m on some other sh*t i don’t know you i’ll gun your ass down watch who you f*cking with

(interlude)
jumping out hit everybody f*ck it

(verse 2)
jumping out that car hit everybody that’s on that f*cking block a hollow hit him dead in the face we left before he dropped told cuz you gon get another chain you get another opp “he said i already got two chains now i want a watch” we the ones that got the murder rate times ten in this b*tch drop a diss song if you want then we spinning your sh*t it’s a drum on the drake b*tch you know how many fit in this? i don’t give a f*ck who started what me and my n*ggas come to finish it
i jump out that car like i ain’t got it in my name
he was icy as a b*tch until we shot him out his chain they say i be talking crazy you better know it ain’t a game 556 bullets blow a n*gga out the frame i’m the smack man the murder man the dog man the top one a real mother f*cking gangster around here you not one i make the call and get you whacked i walk a n*gga down myself it’s something big bulging off my waist but that’s not my belt brody got hit five times in his gut i don’t know how he felt they jump out the car board day and hit him while his baby mama was there ain’t no rules in this sh*t n*gga you know we come (?) and sh*t i was in the trap breaking slabs i don’t know nothing about swiping sh*t ap on my wrist but little cuz will give his life for this i only f*ck cause she ya bm n*gga i don’t even like the b*tch

- rx papi lyrics

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