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uncle luke - rx papi lyrics

[intro: sample & rx papi]
dunder mifflin, this is jordan france
yuh
hey kelly
real rx

[verse: rx papi]
gun in my hand, a b*tch better move
on the wakeup, the first thing i do is boo
walked in this b*tch like uncle lou
creased*up d*ckies like uncle snoop
walked in this b*tch like, “what it do?”
loudmouth b*tch, who the f*ck is you?
the trap house jump like sky zone
i made thirty*thousand on my iphone
another fifteen on my side phone
percocets got my mind gone
ap got three different time zones
it’s tris or wock in my styrofoam
i ride alone with the firearm
a n*gga play, put a bounty on him
catch him in public and firе on him
i walk in this b*tch like styles p
i don’t need no stylist to style mе
i freestyle, but style ain’t free
these n*ggas gettin’ they style from me
feel like a white boy in laguna beach
i got coke residue in a pair of laguna jeans
my mama trippin’ ’bout the smell
my b*tch trippin’ for chanel
back to back, they callin’ my cell
gimme a break, what the h*ll?
there’s n*ggas prayin’ to see me fail
people said it was better when i was in jail
how the f*ck you gon’ say that to a n*gga?
up the gun and take the pack from a n*gga
you be tough, we spinnin’ back on n*ggas
like a dyk* b*tch, put the strap on n*ggas
big bank take li’l bank, my bank bigger
this sh*t’ll get uglier than rah digga
i crack out to the function like that n*gga
i’m 823 ain’t no set trippin’
big papi locster, what’s the business?
i scream, “ayo [?]”, this b*tch’ll get lit
big*ass bulldog on my hip
cuz wylin’, he on bullsh*t
i’m on a white cup full of meds
up the gl!ck and put a n*gga to bed
swing the drac’, take off a n*gga leg
give a sh*t or d*mn what the f*ck i said
don’t make me bust your f*ckin’ head
glock go off and a b*tch get hit
every n*gga around me jack crip
i say the word, then they on ten
all the opps can eat d*ck
i got more money than all them n*ggas
put ’em together, i still got more money
these n*ggas broke, dirty and bummy, stank, musty and hungry
this a band for my audi keys
i lost them b*tches three times already
what i spent on replacement keys
i could’ve bought my sister a chevy
papi move like ox from belly
a b*tch’ll get shot in the belly
real rx, what the f*ck you gon’ tell me?

- rx papi lyrics

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