Correction Lyrics Mo3 by Rx Papi

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Real Rx
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TOJU on the beat

You got take 'em out since you brung 'em in
Under pressure he gon' fold like a b*t*h
Me and brody really roll with the sticks
Searching high and low for a n***a to hit
Walk in this b*t*h like, "Suck my d**k"
You a grown man, why you on my d**k?
I walk in this b*t*h acting arrogant
Black out this pistol and air this b*t*h
I'm on like three different narcotics
It's like three n***as I'm thinking 'bout robbing
My b*t*h said, "Deep down, you got problems"
I know that, I been telling these n***as
Please don't ever think you helping me, n***a
I'll f**k around and Melly a n***a
I don't talk on the cell with these n***as
That's how your ship sail with these n***as
I walked in this b*t*h all too familiar
We brought enough sticks to build a building
These n***as my sons, they Papi children
I made enough bread to feed the Pilgrims
Kinda f**ked up 'bout that MO3 sh*t
How you get killed by a n***a who like d**k?
Anybody can pull a trigger and shoot
That don't make you no motherf**king killer
Especially when you like n***as
I still thinking Quando Rondo a b*t*h
Stand on what the f**k I believe in
I'm not changing my opinion for sh*t
How black lives matter and n***as snitching?
How black lives matter and they believe these b*t*hes?
Megan Thee Stallion a f**king liar
I'm not taking that short n***a's side
But you ain't gotta work for CSI
To see this b*t*h ain't got shot one time
I got shot and couldn't walk, b*t*h you got shot and you was twerking
You tried defenestrate that n***a career
I don't know what the f**k be wrong with these b*t*hes
Cardi B and the City Girls still trippin'
They teaching you hoes 'bout professional tricking
B*t*h, go get a job or be a boss
These rap n***as got you n***as lost
They a tell you every way 'bout how to floss
They won't ever talk about a loss
N***a, I was broke with dirty drawers
I took a chance and risked it all
A man only got his nuts and his word
Papi really sold yuck on the curb
Walk in this b*t*h like, "F**k what you heard"
Walk in this b*t*h like Lucifer
Papi walked in with exclusive fur
Cuban so icy, Gucci go "brrr"
Pulled up to the front with the chauffeur
Smoking a big a** blunt with the chauffeur
My man said he got a boatload of percs
I told, "Can you wait 'till I'm done with the show first?"
I walk in this b*t*h like Joe Durk
Speedbump Curt and Dirt McGirt
Big Belly Fred and Southside Mike
It's finna be one hell of a night
I walk in this b*t*h like B***erbean
Glock in the opp's face like, "What the f**k you mean?"
Pat a n***a down like, "Who the f**k is he?"
Without my Cartiers, I can't see
556 coming in 3D
Stuck in the street, I'm knee-deep
Glick in my drawers like Pechanga
Lawyer wanted ten-thousand-dollar retainer
Glock straighten your teeth like a retainer
Walked in like, "F**k the Star-Spangled Banner"
My auntie act just like my grandma
F**k 'em both, I can't stand 'em
Glock having a temper tantrum
They like, "Papi, where the f**k you came from?"
Treat that n***a like a cracker and hang him
All the opps can eat a d**k
These n***as move like [?]
All the opps can eat a frank
N***as move like they got sugar in they tank
I'm beggin 'em, please don't go like[?]
I left the trap, went to the bank
This sh*t a get uglier than Fredo Bang
Up the Draco and bang
My b*t*h said, "Why the f**k are you yelling?"
My bad, baby, I got in the mood
Walk in this b*t*h like Hot Boy [?]
This sh*t can go easy, n***a, be smooth
Swerve more than the Audi, go "vroom"
Pistol out and sh*t, that b*t*h go "boom"
Boom, boom, boom, boom
The way you see me shooting better move
Fresh as f**k, head to my shoes
Shoot you in your sh*t, play me like a fool
Make a n***a swim in his own booze
He wan' be a star, put him on the news

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