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ray charles - rx papi lyrics

cook dope on a broke down oven
every junkie round me telling me they love it
i was down bad, had nothing
had to get in the kitchen with uncontrolled substances
we ain’t talking ’bout money, we ain’t have no discussion
i’mma up that stick, i’mma shoot it and dump it
i feel like scarface, [?] onions
when i’m in the trap, i’mma get that b*tch jumping
if you buy more than five, i’mma give you my number
bye, i been serving junkies every day of summer
front door serving auntie [?]
i served thirty junkies in december
l!ck came up to me when i was at walmart
i was in my head and i didn’t even remember him
i cook crack like a og veteran
i’mma tax you, [?]
ain’t sh*t in this world i won’t do for my n*ggas
i’mma up that stick broad day and i hit ’em
my b*tch don’t be nagging, she don’t really be tripping
she know i handle mine when i get in that kitchen
she know i do my thing when i get in that p*ssy
[?] for the og cookie
y’all n*ggas [?] og p*ssy
this stick fully loaded, don’t think you no bully
one in the head and you ain’t even gotta push me
i shot a p*ssy ass n*gga for looking
they know that i’m low down, shiesty and crooked
i feel like ray charles over the phone
i don’t wanna see sh*t, i just get in my phone
i’m cooking up dope now, leave me alone
i had to hit airplane mode on my phone
i was cooking up deuces all night long
i don’t need no deadline ’cause it get gone
if you wanna be brodie, you on your own
you don’t want no money, what the f*ck is you on
you talking to me, better lower your tone
i put this big ass pole in your dome
one false move and lil n*gga, you’re gone
audi a7, i’mma speed right in it
i’mma cook the whole deuce up in less than five minutes
n*gga i do my motherf*cking thing
i learned to lie to n*ggas and lie to the bank
i lie to my nana and i lie to my grandma
trap in my b*tch house but i don’t got cameras
you know d*mn well papi ain’t religious
hoe i be praying to a money bandana
[?] harder than the d*mn [?]
b*tch that’s chanel, stop calling it channel
papi too hard and i’m too hot to handle
i whip out the bowl, put my hand on the handle
got her audi a4, took her out of the camry
she had an [?], she let me back in it
i eat her up right out of her panties
i like my hoes hood, i ain’t really romantic
i brought a stick with me, i ain’t taking no chances
audi q8, it look better than a phantom

- rx papi lyrics

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