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Tão Zica quanto no flow dominamos isso aqui,
dizem que o R.P. voltou pra por os Hates pra dormir.
Pra Dormir... pra dormir... pra dormir...

the hate Get the neck, then I skate
Get the bag with TC the great Get the bag with TC the great
81, 81, I ain't never done
81, 81, R.P. Kobe R.P. Kobe, ayy

to school, but I know how to do my decimals
I just took a R.P. xan shit feel like chemicals
My nigga Danny died right on the spot, it wasn't no time for

since June

R.P., R.P. 10 is my jam
Been jamming all afternoon
Runways, runaway after runaway
I'm taking straight flights to you

You've been running away

(Intro: Roger Brown)

R.P. lado leste no ar, Roger Brown, Young, Vill's, Dj C8,
corra atrás dos seus sonhos, não deixe ninguém te impedir.

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for free.
& when, 3rd & upshur hot, we on varnum street.
Quick to Nextel Mooney, tell him, come get me.
8th & Shepherd, they thick, Eric-e, R.P.
&, his

love some how I OD
I don't want no love no more I just want
R.P.S
Perky's
Ecstasy
Yeah ah
Yeah
Yeah ah yeah
Three two one let's rock
Three two one let's

on my seat
I live life on the edge, so I'm poppin' R.P.s

I don't think they know, yeah

I don't think they know for real ET
They thought this shit was

ain't know how to act
My bro just got indicted
Geekin' off the R.P.'s
Feel guilty cause I was there
And I ain't take the car keys
Swear loyalty is rare

God know im gifted
And she know I'm chasing, I can feel the attention
I'm trying to give it to them in a way they can feel it
R.P.'s kicking in, now how

with dope
I'ma ride alone
Hoe just mind your own,
Most likely gon' die alone
R.P.s keep me wired
Boss shit, hoe you fired
Run it up, can't get tired

tiro falle
Si huele mal es por el tufo de su mierda, aquí birra, barras y hierba, el R.P. es nuestra Jerga
Pueden triunfar pero no saben que en la selva

What's that detail, nigga
Make em' get jiggy before we shoot em', you heard
R.P. Woo
Yeah, what's that bando, nigga

Open up when I'm out in the cake,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo
This can't show you
I don't know

R.P. to all my loved ones
Fallen soldiers in the field, man, that pain real
Everybody

can't say what I do in the field
On murder town, I can't play with the cold

Hotel, I pray you get killed
R.P. Swift, I've been on the roll
I really play

Dirty Bitch, robbed you for yo semen, stop fuckin' on these thotters
R.P. 15, finna pop a perc 10
Throwin' bullets in his face like I'm Goddamn Lance
You

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Ayy, look, it's Money Mark up in this thing, man
R.P. Dough Money, free the thugs
These suckas sayin' that they want it, but they ain't for show