I Took the Wrong Pill Last Night

Rx Papi - Rap, New York Rap
I Took the Wrong Pill Last Night
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Duration: 2:31
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[Intro] Yuh Real Rx Yuh [Verse] Geeked up back on to poppin' them Percocet's Took another one cause the first one ain't work yet Still trap with the junkies and wait on the first check Cameras on the trial, me and unc' on the doorstep Glizzy with the switch you know I ain't goin' for it Real drug rich bitch I look like a drug lord Crash the car and then go buy me another one Crash the bitch getting realer ain't none to me They call me a rapper, but I fare with the drug money Stay walking in with designer shit on mе My diamond Dasani I'm drippin' like water Drink in my hand while I'm spinnin' my steering wheel Geekеd out my body on Percocet pills Scratchin' and itchin' she can't sit still Real RX bitch this ain't the other one And that bitch with the drummer reload through another one Bags going for the low on my side Chicken in the trap, like Churches and Popeyes Photo panomara pull up with the frog eyes Ain't got no big homie, lil nigga this all mine Put that fye on and watch how it fall in line Fuck wit auntie even gave her my main-line Bitch broke my hand she said "Pa you got hang time" 30 in the G lock the Glock got hang time Tell me I'm crazy, cause I been splurging on designer shit lately Bitch ain't even got a car, but ya driving me crazy What you pay for your rent every month? The same shit that sip from a cup Big backwood stuff Folks think I'm rollin em up [?] use the roller and roll me one up [?] bitch loaded loaded as the fuck I walk in the [?] and hit me an army truck 5 56s can go thru an army truck Foe sent my shit and said he hard as the fuck Bitch slid in my dm talm 'bout how she wanna fuck Tell that hoe, Ima have my bitch beat you the fuck up Doe swings off the hand just like nunchucks I ain't never feelin', let a nigga think he one up Sex money murder still ride two guns tucked Stuck in the trap from the sundown to sun up Caught him at a daycare while he picking his son up YSL drac I'm a gunna gunna ARP out the wind doing hunna hunna Bullet chase a nigga down like a bounty hunter Get you killed soon as I put the bounty on you Top sells off Calabasas California Fuck around made my lil sis walk in CVS Bust the strip, I'll buy ya Prada sundress They only got Wock but I want me some Hi-Tech He got shot 5 times, how the hell he ain't die yet? Real deal shooter nigga I ain't taking no side bet Caught early in the morning shot him dead in the driveway These pussy ass nigga be posted with prop sticks Drac cocked, stick pock like chopsticks 20 round drum made it break up a mosh-pit Kill a nigga dead, then go home to my bitch 20 thousand dollars went Amiri crazy Karats in my ear, I'm hard of hearin' lately Smoking loud thats why its hard to hear you baby Walk in like a walking chandelier baby Top shelf za got a niggas eyes real lazy Bitch spilt my drink, I'm like, ou you real crazy Wish I could tell you how I feel baby, but my mood gon' switch when I pop this pill baby
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- Rx Papi
- RX Brainstorm