I Forgot Who I Was

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Rx Papi - Rap, Underground Rap

I Forgot Who I Was

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[Intro] I walk in this bitch, baby, show me love Show me love Show me love Real Rx Real Rx [Verse] I walk in this bitch, baby, show me love So high, I forgot who I was Twenty thousand in my bag in dubs Wrong move will leave you fucked up "How much would you put in the bag, Pap?" Enough This bitch look like stuffed crust On your head a bottle'll bust In a blink of an eye, I'll up I hope I don't crash the Audi truck Hit the corner, goin' fast as fuck Chrome Heart on my shirt, Chrome by my gut Walk in this bitch like Busta Bus' Bitch, I look better than King Tut I ain't vote but I'm smokin' Obama Runtz Put a 3.5 inside the blunt Shit had me high for a whole month Real street nigga, I ain't pullin' a stunt I will pull up and beat you the fuck up Keep my fuckin' name out your mouth 'Fore 5.56s go through your house Call my line, I'm sendin' 'em out Place your order and say the amount You ain't bout that so simmer down We missed, then we spin back around I'll serve you Whitney and Bobby Brown My name hot all over town They know how lil' Papi get down I rob every nigga I hang around I walk in this bitch, they ain't pattin' me down They know it's a couple pistols around Nigga try and get up on me, baow! He gon get his dumb-ass gunned down We put silencers on hundred rounds That bitch go "pshh", you don't hear a sound I don't do gossipin', word of mouth In these white 1s stomp you the fuck out Glick same size as Big Momma house I hide work in Big Momma house Told Auntie, "Pull up to Big Momma house" Kids paintin' the front of Big Momma house Big Momma stove I'm whippin' now Use one of her plates to break it down Side door junkies comin' in and out It go down in Big Momma house You talk to me, know what you talkin' bout Or else watch your motherfuckin' mouth Bitch, I move like El Chap' Up this Drac', shoot like Flac This not D'USSÉ, this Wock' Pop the seal, crack the top 5.56 made him Milly Rock Up the stick, made him Diddy Bop Ridin' round with the glizzy cocked Hollow point knock you out your socks I'm Bernard Hopkins at the pot Oil drop and that's when it lock I'm real DrugRixh, what these niggas not They say they is, they gotta stop These niggas is the carbon cops Niggas move like Tip with the cops I'm YNW Melly when I see the opps Shots go off, leave 'em in a box Their mans ain't helpin', they was in shock Left his ass right there on the block

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  • Rx Papi