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numbers (intro) - rx papi lyrics

[verse 1]
it’s a thin line between love and hate
that’s some sh*t that my mother say
i counted 30 up the other day
dumping 30 off the other day
if the party next door still bringing by drac
no matter what he ain’t getting away
.556 hit his ass in the face
big ass stick so i know that i’m safe
kick in the door put the stick in his face
then beat him with it ’till he open the safe
i’ve been the same way ever since 5th grade
corrupted and slithering stuck in my ways
you ain’t talkin money get the f*ck out my face
i’m stuck in the trap for a couplе of days
i’ll slap the f*ck out a couple of j’s
walk to a l!ck but couldn’t walk ‘cross the stagе
.30 on ima let this b*tch off
he get caught he gon’ say what he heard what he saw
hope we make bond cause we knocking em’ all
right at his mama doorstep we dropping em’ off
got the gl!ck in my jeans when i shop at the mall
before you talk to me you gotta talk to my dogs
addicted to percs had to leave em’ alone
bro caught a [?] i won’t speak on the phone
b*tch always tell me i’m evil and wrong
but at the same time she can’t leave me alone
when you talk to me better even your tone
i don’t know what typa sh*t these n*ggas on
if it’s a problem i’m gettin’ my gun
nowadays these n*ggas reachin’ for phones
i don’t know what typa sh*t these n*ggas doin’
but most of you n*ggas look stupid and goofy
i put a .556 in a uzi
don’t bag out the pistol if you ain’t gonna use it
i’ve never been a n*gga to lie in my music
i break down the work bag it up and get to it
been 32 hours watch how i run through it
i ain’t takin [?] don’t care if i can move it
everyday i fell like it’s a point to be proven
f*ck a piece back to back [?] that i grew it
.556 [?]
he [?] p*ssy off rip i knew it
hard in the paint my wrist got movin’
[?] waka flocka b*tch oh let’s do it
hopscotch out my audi i’m cooling
stick in the whip that b*tch came with a cooler
i want an audemar not a franck muller
when you in the street gotta know what you doin’
watch what you say cause they watch how you movin’
if you don’t wanna do it then you ain’t gotta do it
half of you n*ggas easily influenced
the work so good unc think i put my shoe in
reach for my chain lil n*gga don’t do that
i’m strapped on stage but you must not knew that
shoot up the club we ready to do that
and i don’t even want to get none of the juice back
you gon’ die like wherever you at
[outro]
you know we got all types a sh*t you heard
we got .556’s
we got .223’s
we got .442’s
we got .762’s
you know what i’m sayin’ we got all kinda sh*t
but you know i say all that to say this
the numbers, they always gon’ tell you a different story you heard
yeah

- rx papi lyrics

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