R9

Album cover art for "R9" by Potter Payper

Potter Payper - Rap, In English

R9

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[Intro] (That's Chucks) [Verse] All I know is run it up till my legs are heavy Still rep for the set, I do sets of twenty Big banks and a butcher like I stepped with Benny I'm tryna leave that boy drippin' like he dressed with Bemi My crack's yellow, buj brown like Carl and Lenny I'm a real outlaw like Edward Kelly Bro knifed up his celly so they sent him swelly I showed him how to charge his Anko on his crystal telly I'm a legend in the pitch like R9 and Pelé East London gang-bangin' like the 'Raq or L.A I put coke in a pot likе pasta penne And this ammonia stinks, but it's worth the hеadache 'Round here you get dipped like Turkish mezze That's loads of bread, and I made sure the bros was fed Louis down in the trenches, I'm overdressed 'Cause I was broke, I was so depressed I know these pussies wanna kill me, so you know the rest I buy hire poles and spinners and we're known to step That's neck, chest, back, that's solar plex' OT I got 'em queuin' up in rows of ten I got about ten plugs that've thrown me ten I'm a rude boy, cockney like the old East End All gold, but the face in my Rolly's red Like a fat white man tryna hold his breath Every night I have a dream you was right here with me Then I wake up cryin' cah my homie's dead I swear this life that I'm livin' in's so grotesque I gotta learn from my mistakes like I don't know best I pray it don't go left, I know they're preein' Any time we're puttin' down hammers and when we're re-ing And I got opps on birds that need freein' And I got bros as well, they need freein' Squeeze till I got nothin' left like Ian Carpe diem, really can't wait to see 'em I'm super OT, that means I grind European I'm in a tracksuit in a eight-figure meetin' Your brother ain't your brother if he's someone you compete with How your links Cuban when really you're the weakest? If you tell me somethin', then I'm never gon' repeat it These rappers are my nephews, sons, I mean nieces It's a sad story like Franklin and Peaches So I'ma keep my Nina and show you what beef is Shit, ah, ah [Outro] Every night I have a dream you was right here with me Then I wake up cryin' cah my homie's dead Screams show me love, can you show me sense? Please show me love, can you show me sense? Every night I have a dream you was right here with me Then I wake up cryin' cah my homie's dead Screams show me love, can you show me sense? Please show me love, can you show me sense?

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  • Potter Payper