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Chris Angel 30 Shot - RXKNephew (Ft. Rx Papi)
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Chris Angel 30 Shot RXKNephew (Ft. Rx Papi)

Chris Angel 30 Shot - RXKNephew (Ft. Rx Papi)
[Chorus: RXK Nephew & Rx Papi]
Grandma, she told me to stay out them streets
My number keep changing, I'm moving discreet
I feel like them demons be getting to me
I ain't ask for this shit, I was made for the street
Pop a Percocet 'cause I hurt my teeth
In the trap, I get money, I don't sleep
Play with me, choppa take you off your feet
This the fourth time she called the police this week
Young nigga running round juggin' and servin'
Shooter pull out, he jump out a Suburban
Left wrist on the pot go Ike Turner
Beat up a big 8th, nigga that's murder
Can't come 'round my way without a burner
DrugRixh Papi, I'm numero uno
We up with the mexicans, watch ? mundo
Glock on a stick, make him dance like the limbo

[Verse: Rx Papi]
Keep the fork on the drop, keep the drop out the faucet
I pull up, I'm shooting, I do not want talking
Maison Margielas on me when I'm walking
I got this house and I drip like a dolphin
I gotta stay lowkey, keep the police up off me
I rather tear shit 'cause I don't do talking
Gotta stay focused, the wrong move'll cost me
You ain't talking money, then that's where you lost me
Stamp these ?, I wanna rob him, he cool with my tío
I don't give a fuck if he know the Migos
I bring a pistol when I'm around people
Glock 1-9, it's filled with hollows
Slime a nigga out, do you like ?
Glick up on me, you won't see tomorrow
40 one rollie, this not a Audemars
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