Rx Papi - Missy Elliot lyrics
[Rx Papi - Missy Elliot lyrics]
Yuh yuh
Yuh, yuh
Walk in this bitch like Monta Ellis
Don't nothin' but steppers step
In my section
Cuz like ya necklace, leave him neckless
We up that Glick, no second guessin'
He can run all he want
This bitch'll catch him
Kick in the trap like David Beckham
This beat go harder than a fuck
I'm high right now, booted as fuck
My bitch say I'm sexier than Lil Baby
Said she wanna be like Jayda and Lil Baby
Whip my wrist in a bowl, I go crazy
This a Glock 17, not a 380
I'm the real Dominique, I'm a speed racer
Sign on my trap say, "I need paper"
Scratch off on a nigga, see me later
Ain't nothin' free in life, no free favors
I want a house so big, can't see neighbors
Nigga, I need more than three acres
I smoke top shelf, еxtreme flavors
Ain't nothin' on my jacket
But a Suprеme label
They say Pap got the bag, started goin crazy
Looked out for my bro and my old lady
I'm the one with the Glock, Tracy Mcgrady
Auntie said the work taste like turkey gravy
Glock on me same size a big baby
My bitch throw a fit like a big baby
I walk in the trap like Gervonta Davis
Beat the shit out the pot
Lock the work and shave it
I pop a Perc when my heart racin'
Everybody got sticks like we in the Navy
Doin one-thirty on the dash, one-eighty
I'm icier than a ice skater
Skatin' on glaciers
Auntie walk in the trap like
"Goodness gracious"
I told her shut the fuck
Up and have some patience
'Cause if you want bullshit then
Go down the street
Other than that, get the fuck from 'round me
I'm cookin' work in a pan like ground beef
In the circus, you belong where the clowns be
Take my hoodie off, I look like Mr T
I light the whole house up like Christmas Eve
I don't like lollipops, I stay sucke-free
He know damn well he can't fuck with me
I hit for seven, but I'm tuckin' three
Still posted up where the cluckers be
Wake up out my sleep and my phone beep
Auntie, "Where you at or
Where you gon' be?"
She said, "Pap, don't bullshit me this time
Is you really gon' pull up on me?"
I said, "Hell yeah, auntie
I'm gettin' up right now"
She said, "Mmhmm, yeah we gon' see"
I looked down at my wrist, then it blind me
My shit hittin' hard, nigga, times three
Jumped in the car, doin' high speeds
Sippin Wock', smoking divine weed
My bitch sunbathe by the palm trees
Im wearing Palms Angels in palm springs
In the palm of my hand it's a ningding
Up that bitch and do a clean sweep
Nigga, I walk in this bitch like Chief Keef
I came in the game with
More money than Chief Keef
They say Pap can't die, I'm Lil Reese
I feel like Ballout in 2016
Every time they see me they say, "Pap
Ya clean"
I slide in this bitch with a gangster lean
Baby Drac' with a hundred round drum
Filled with 556s, with a beam
Up this bitch, take 'em off the scene
Real Rx, get the fuck from me
Yuh, yuh
Walk in this bitch like Monta Ellis
Don't nothin' but steppers step
In my section
Cuz like ya necklace, leave him neckless
We up that Glick, no second guessin'
He can run all he want
This bitch'll catch him
Kick in the trap like David Beckham
This beat go harder than a fuck
I'm high right now, booted as fuck
My bitch say I'm sexier than Lil Baby
Said she wanna be like Jayda and Lil Baby
Whip my wrist in a bowl, I go crazy
This a Glock 17, not a 380
I'm the real Dominique, I'm a speed racer
Sign on my trap say, "I need paper"
Scratch off on a nigga, see me later
Ain't nothin' free in life, no free favors
I want a house so big, can't see neighbors
Nigga, I need more than three acres
I smoke top shelf, еxtreme flavors
Ain't nothin' on my jacket
But a Suprеme label
They say Pap got the bag, started goin crazy
Looked out for my bro and my old lady
I'm the one with the Glock, Tracy Mcgrady
Auntie said the work taste like turkey gravy
Glock on me same size a big baby
My bitch throw a fit like a big baby
I walk in the trap like Gervonta Davis
Beat the shit out the pot
Lock the work and shave it
I pop a Perc when my heart racin'
Everybody got sticks like we in the Navy
Doin one-thirty on the dash, one-eighty
I'm icier than a ice skater
Skatin' on glaciers
Auntie walk in the trap like
"Goodness gracious"
I told her shut the fuck
Up and have some patience
'Cause if you want bullshit then
Go down the street
Other than that, get the fuck from 'round me
I'm cookin' work in a pan like ground beef
In the circus, you belong where the clowns be
Take my hoodie off, I look like Mr T
I light the whole house up like Christmas Eve
I don't like lollipops, I stay sucke-free
He know damn well he can't fuck with me
I hit for seven, but I'm tuckin' three
Still posted up where the cluckers be
Wake up out my sleep and my phone beep
Auntie, "Where you at or
Where you gon' be?"
She said, "Pap, don't bullshit me this time
Is you really gon' pull up on me?"
I said, "Hell yeah, auntie
I'm gettin' up right now"
She said, "Mmhmm, yeah we gon' see"
I looked down at my wrist, then it blind me
My shit hittin' hard, nigga, times three
Jumped in the car, doin' high speeds
Sippin Wock', smoking divine weed
My bitch sunbathe by the palm trees
Im wearing Palms Angels in palm springs
In the palm of my hand it's a ningding
Up that bitch and do a clean sweep
Nigga, I walk in this bitch like Chief Keef
I came in the game with
More money than Chief Keef
They say Pap can't die, I'm Lil Reese
I feel like Ballout in 2016
Every time they see me they say, "Pap
Ya clean"
I slide in this bitch with a gangster lean
Baby Drac' with a hundred round drum
Filled with 556s, with a beam
Up this bitch, take 'em off the scene
Real Rx, get the fuck from me