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rich dork - smokingskul & rx papi lyrics

[intro]
boy, f*ck you, n*gga
taah

[chorus: smokingskul]
d*mn, asking for sh*t, we gon’ cut off your hand
i smoke blacks like the klan
i got a glock, you got a pan
sippin’ on dirty, b*tch, i’m sippin’ on dan
he saw the .30 and that f*ck n*gga ran
you is not that guy, you is not that man
i [?]
these n*ggas don’t show up like carti for onyx
i was reading these n*ggas cards before phonics
i do not knuckle up with my opps, i assault them
d*mn, all i wear is (n)ine, b*tch, i’m in third grade
what? drum on the stick, red and green beam like this sh*t a christmas parade
[verse: smokingskul]
what? lil’ n*gga got jugged, hooray
turn you to a meme like you v.rxyyy
we gon’ leave that boy head on the freeway
n*ggas only be foolish, the e*way
what? you don’t have my support, i’m not d*wade
what? and these n*ggas don’t have my support
f*ck the judge, f*ck thе court
how you street and report?
gucci shades, i’m a rich dork (boy, f*ck you, n*gga)

[chorus: smokingskul]
d*mn, asking for sh*t, we gon’ cut off your hand
i smokе blacks like the klan
i got a glock, you got a pan
sippin’ on dirty, b*tch, i’m sippin’ on dan
he saw the .30 and that f*ck n*gga ran
you is not that guy, you is not that man
i [?]
these n*ggas don’t show up like carti for onyx
i was reading these n*ggas cards before phonics
i do not knuckle up with my opps, i assault them
d*mn, all i wear is (n)ine, b*tch, i’m in third grade
what? drum on the stick, red and green beam like this sh*t a christmas parade

[verse: rx papi]
hundred round drum, i could shoot for days
the glock give a b*tch a voosie fade
these cartier’s, not gucci frames
so icey like gucci mane
get too close, they shoot your brain
one fl!ck of the switch, you’ll lose your brain
big body car, swerve through the lane
before a rap deal, the jewelry came
i’m not talkin’ ’bout this chain on my neck
in the courtroom, that’s where the jewelry came
these n*ggas like to play dirty games
get locked up and say thirty names
i’m high, i’m swerving in and out of lanes
in this game, n*gga, you gotta know your lane
i gotta pop pain pills to stay sane
i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, they ain’t like me
my car is gas but i smoke hybrid
wrists in the bowl, pap’ wildin’
ap off a brick of fetti
walk in this b*tch like tino andretti
auntie get high, think she s*xy
think she my b*tch the way she text me (f*ck you, n*gga)
[chorus: smokingskul]
d*mn, asking for sh*t, we gon’ cut off your hand
i smoke blacks like the klan
i got a glock, you got a pan
sippin’ on dirty, b*tch, i’m sippin’ on dan
he saw the .30 and that f*ck n*gga ran
you is not that guy, you is not that man
i [?]
these n*ggas don’t show up like carti for onyx
i was reading these n*ggas cards before phonics
i do not knuckle up with my opps, i assault them
d*mn, all i wear is (n)ine, b*tch, i’m in third grade
what? drum on the stick, red and green beam like this sh*t a christmas parade

- smokingskul rx papi lyrics

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