Criminal Intent

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Rx Papi - Rap, USA

Criminal Intent

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[Intro] Uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Glick get to goin' off like it got Tourette's or somethin' Glick get to... Uh, uh, uh [Verse] Glick get to goin' off like it got Tourette's or somethin' He might have a vest or somethin' so we hit his neck or somethin' Slide off in a 'Vette or somethin', nah, we ain't got respect for nothin' Nigga, do what the fuck I want and ain't no nigga checkin' nothin' They say I'm a reckless one, watch where you're steppin', hon Get your ass stomped with like a hundred ones Came with a hundred, plus a hundrеd ones Hundred in the drum, hundrеd of us, that's a hundred guns Actin' like you're somethin' that you're not Quickest way to get your dumbass put inside a box Quickest way to get your dumbass knocked inside the lot Quickest way to get your dumbass robbed for all you got I walked inside this bitch lookin' at my chain', lookin' at my watch A nigga play with me, his ass dyin' on the spot I ain't finna let no nigga take nothin' that I got Bitch, I worked hard for all my shit, I slung that raw for all this shit I whipped that raw for all this shit, I'll break your jaw for talkin' slick And you know I'm quick to dog a bitch I jumped inside the damn car, I hit the gas and dog her quick Bitch, I'm the definition of what dog it is and what lawless is Niggas be talkin', but I'm flawless, bitch, and I'm on narcotics, bitch And I snucked the rod in, do we got a problem? Niggas talk behind my back but won't dare say that to my face I been slithery since back in the day, the stick on me big as Rod Wave Glick give a nigga a Boosie fade, when I shoot, get out the way Bullets, they ain't got no names, 5.56 hit a bitch in the face Glock got 'em lookin' like Stomp the Yard, take that work, run the longest yard That nigga there's a super fraud, I pull up in super cars Audi turbo, supercharged, this bitch think I been doin' fraud Wanna have a new ménage, treat me like a movie star Pap pull up in fancy cars, park it on the boulevard 'Member when I used to rip the raw, then go get it off Auntie took a blast and tried to talk, but couldn't feel her jaw Got up out the seat and bust her ass 'cause she couldn't even walk It's dog food in the trap but we don't use that shit to feed a dog People, get your nigga, your best bet is not to speak at all

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  • Rx Papi