Rx Papi - Hulk Hogan
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The Real DrugRixh
Auntie call me and I'll be there in a hurry
Got that stick on my lap, bitch that stick in the car, OD, paranoid and nervous
My mama beg me everyday, say "Baby please stop taking perkies"
I been going through some things but that shit don't show on the surface
I get high sometimes, look in the mirror and scream out bloody murder
He had that bag and blessed his partners, 2 days later they found him murdered
Don't give a fuck 'bout where you at, if your money good then I'mma serve you
She ain't fuck with mе when I was on a bike, now she wanna suck mе up 'cause I'm in a foreign
Gotta sit sideways, sitting on Forgi's
Jump out with that stick, grrt-bow, we scorin'
They say when it rain, it's pouring
Jump in the kitchen and start performing
Use the stove, the hood George Foreman
For that bullshit I ain't goin'
Stick on my lap broad day, it's showing
Booted as fuck bitch, you should know it
Her pussy wet, I swear I'm floating
I kill it from the back everytime I'm stroking
Rip you out your shirt, feeling like Hulk Hogan
Phone going off thru 5 in the morning
Unc on the line, he up, he on it
Told him "Give me 10 minutes, I'll be there, I'm coming"
I'm looking for my pants tryna slide in a hurry
Baby like "Damn, you don't even wanna fuck me"
Hit the E-way doing over 100
Yeah I love you baby, not as much as the money
Where would I be if it wasn't for junkies
Sitting in the trap, I'mma make sure it's comfy
I'm off a perc right now, I'm bussin
Shoot a nigga dead in his shit like it's nothing
I'm a real dopeboy, you can't trick me with nothing
I'm the real Master P, I'm a certified hustler
Pull up in a Q8, it look like a tank
Tear the roof, on fire, I feel like Lloyd Banks
Wish a nigga would tell me what I ain't
I brought my shoeboxes into the bank
When I'm driving the Porsche better stay in your lane
Slap the shit out you for saying my name
Go play with some fire 'fore you play with the gang
'Cause I get on your ass, I ain't saying a thing
Hit him in the chest, in his leg and his brain
If he pray he get left he get stretched for his chain
I used to trap with my glick in the rain
When the block get slumped, tryna catch me a stain
Booted as fuck with a lot on my brain
.556 knock you out of your frame
Can't get no do-over 'cause life ain't a game
Really been through some shit, me and dude ain't the same
Auntie call me and I'll be there in a hurry
Got that stick on my lap, bitch that stick in the car, OD, paranoid and nervous
My mama beg me everyday, say "Baby please stop taking perkies"
I been going through some things but that shit don't show on the surface
I get high sometimes, look in the mirror and scream out bloody murder
He had that bag and blessed his partners, 2 days later they found him murdered
Don't give a fuck 'bout where you at, if your money good then I'mma serve you
She ain't fuck with mе when I was on a bike, now she wanna suck mе up 'cause I'm in a foreign
Gotta sit sideways, sitting on Forgi's
Jump out with that stick, grrt-bow, we scorin'
They say when it rain, it's pouring
Jump in the kitchen and start performing
Use the stove, the hood George Foreman
For that bullshit I ain't goin'
Stick on my lap broad day, it's showing
Booted as fuck bitch, you should know it
Her pussy wet, I swear I'm floating
I kill it from the back everytime I'm stroking
Rip you out your shirt, feeling like Hulk Hogan
Phone going off thru 5 in the morning
Unc on the line, he up, he on it
Told him "Give me 10 minutes, I'll be there, I'm coming"
I'm looking for my pants tryna slide in a hurry
Baby like "Damn, you don't even wanna fuck me"
Hit the E-way doing over 100
Yeah I love you baby, not as much as the money
Where would I be if it wasn't for junkies
Sitting in the trap, I'mma make sure it's comfy
I'm off a perc right now, I'm bussin
Shoot a nigga dead in his shit like it's nothing
I'm a real dopeboy, you can't trick me with nothing
I'm the real Master P, I'm a certified hustler
Pull up in a Q8, it look like a tank
Tear the roof, on fire, I feel like Lloyd Banks
Wish a nigga would tell me what I ain't
I brought my shoeboxes into the bank
When I'm driving the Porsche better stay in your lane
Slap the shit out you for saying my name
Go play with some fire 'fore you play with the gang
'Cause I get on your ass, I ain't saying a thing
Hit him in the chest, in his leg and his brain
If he pray he get left he get stretched for his chain
I used to trap with my glick in the rain
When the block get slumped, tryna catch me a stain
Booted as fuck with a lot on my brain
.556 knock you out of your frame
Can't get no do-over 'cause life ain't a game
Really been through some shit, me and dude ain't the same
