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"I Stole Another Challenger" is a track by Rx Papi, from the album Dawg Storm, released 8th March 2023. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: RX Papi] Yeah, real RX (Brainstorm when crazy on the beat!) (Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real RX, real RX, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real RX, yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook: RX Papi] I touched down in her city, like "Where it's litty at?" I need five hundred pills, can you get me that? I ain't no middleman, I won't go tit for tat He said it's what? Type of shit is that? I don't wanna smoke that shit I smoke you and all them niggas who you rolling with If you don't fuck with me or my brother, then you can smoke a dick Glock Forty-Fifth, and it's loaded bitch I'll blow this bitch You got a pint for sho', nigga you better po' that bitch [Verse: RX Papi] I fucked that bitch and got the throat, I don't even know that bitch I got twenty thousand on me, I'm gonn' show it bitch I got twenty thousand on me, I won't blow it bitch I ain't got no cape, can't save no hoe, I ain't heroic bitch You better know it bitch, a hood poet bitch A dope talker bitch, a dope seller bitch And if you need help with it, I'll help ya bitch For some extras bitch I scrape the side of the pot and get some extras bitch They like "Damn, what you spent on your necklace bitch?" I told that nigga "More than you spend on your neck and wrist" They like "Damn Pap, you always fresh as shit" Ain't never like school, so don't test me bitch I ain't with that other shit, ain't with that soft shit Ain't with that fraud shit, bitch I got that dog shit [Verse: RXKNephew] Ay, yeah Left pocket like Lil Reese White 1's look like Debbie made it I didn't make no graduation Bought new chain, I'm glad they hating Speedbumps on me like Lil Reese Bags look like they Lil Reese Got more swag than GBE Never bumped no CTE I know they ain't believe in me 1's fresh like zucchinis be My sweater look like hybrid fruit I'mma do what Tyson'd do Walk in that bitch, I ain't taking a L Bought her eggs, she ain't getting Chanel Eddie Guerrero, beat you with a chair Frog splash on a pack just to stretch it My wrist in the pot be hands on Back the fuck up, I'm recording a song Stiffarm a bitch, give me a minute No matter where I'm at, ETA five minutes Bobby Brown in his prime when I'm in it Bitch on more coke, than Whitney I don't want the coke, it ain't sticky Thirty like Chip Skylark singing to Vicky Hundred ratchet bitches like I'm DMX It's below zero, I'm still sweating Don't ask me to quickdraw, 'cause I'll kill you Got a lil Henny to lift my mood Swing from the tree with the Glock like Boots Kick a deuce in my wheat Timb boots Don't take you on a ride like Superman do Unc got withdraws, I got 'em too [Hook: RX Papi] I touched down in her city, like "Where it's litty at?" I need five hundred pills, can you get me that? I ain't no middleman, I won't go tit for tat He said it's what? Type of shit is that? I don't wanna smoke that shit I smoke you and all them niggas who you rolling with If you don't fuck with me or my brother, then you can smoke a dick Glock Forty-Fifth, and it's loaded bitch I'll blow this bitch You got a pint for sho', nigga you better po' that bitch
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