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stop me when i'm lieing - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
on god
yea, yea
y’all n*ggas know who robbed the city
don’t play with p man
on god
y’all n*ggas
on god
on god, stop me when i’m lyin’
on god
[verse]
you know who robbed the city
you know who shot your partner
you know i’m always strapped
b*tch, you know you don’t want no problem
n*gga, you know i beat yo ass
you know i f*cked your baby momma
you know i ain’t got no rap deal
but still walkin’ round with a hunnid
these n*ggas played and i let ’em
i wanted to rob him since i met him
b*tch it’s big belly fred
i’m still sick in the head
i took trips for the bread
most these n*ggas move like feds
these n*ggas rappin ’bout bodies
but they never shot n0body
i beat cases like i’m gotti
i [?] timе back for a robbery
them n*ggas talk like thеy gon’ rob me
yea, over my dead body
percs got me like a zombie
a double drum on a tommy
n*gga playin be a homi[?]
them n*ggas knowin’ how i rock
them n*ggas broke and ain’t got money
how the f*ck is they my opps
don’t let this rap sh*t fool you
i still spin a n*gga block
jump out with 80 on my neck
and get to gunnin’ with the chop
my opps linkin’ up in groups
them n*ggas don’t know what to do
them n*ggas broke and in cahoots
and when i catch ’em imma shoot
i’m banging crip like uncle snoop
pull up and shoot it out the roof
like, what the f*ck you wanna do
n*gga, who the f*ck you talking to
n*gga, i’ll let this b*tch off in a crowd
n*gga, i’ll let this b*tch off in right now
40 on me when i’m on stage
n*gga play i blow a fan[?] down
i was the man then, i’m the man now
you know how many grams i had to hand out
these n*ggas never sold no drugs
you wanna rob me i feel like no plug
i really got rich without no plug
they say pap you don’t show me no love
i know that b*tch be linking opps
i sip more drank than speaker knockerz
they gon’ f*ck around bring the demon out me
i’m tryna stay away from that
i really sold dope and rob ’em
i’m tryna make a way with rap
you ain’t never sold heroin so why you always sayin’ that
he got shot at the store he ain’t never get to make it back
n*ggas playin with my name like they don’t know where my paper[?] at
talking body after body lil’ n*gga i’ll pay for that
b*tch i’ll paint the city red
put 50 on a n*gga head
i stuff a n*gga in a splif
hit him while he with his b*tch
b*tch i’m big belly fred
and i ain’t talkin ’bout sh*t
auntie caught for the grip
lil’ cuz want a split
imma show his ass a trick
with that blender i’m legit
i call mister from the west
i need 500 grams compressed
i f*cked that b*tch with my jeans on
and had my pistol on the dresser
soon as i nutted b*tch i left her
i’m in the kitchen gettin’ messy
i scr*pe the side and get the extra
auntie tell me this sh*t pressure
my feet hurt motherf*cker
since a boy i been a stepper
i put that pistol on whoever
beat that boy like i’m mayweather
you don’t know a n*gga better
soon as he front me imma dead ’em
[outro]
on god
on god
my real life i can’t make nothin’ else up
on god

- rx papi lyrics

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