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"The Biggest Mob" is a track by Rx Papi, from the album My Name Is My Name, released 14th July 2023. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Huh? On god Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse: Rx Papi, Rsc Chapo] It ain't no backdoor on the house, nigga, what the fuck you doin'? I'm paranoid, you better tell your boy "Chill" 'fore I get to shooting Situations turn bad 'cause niggas don't know how to play it Brodie damn near blew the whole slab, he ain't know how to [?] it Fuck [?], I seen my opp broad-day and I'ma face him Yeah, this rap shit kinda cool I act like I ain't got nun' to lose We spin they block when there's nothin' to do I spent a rap deal on my jewelry Technically I'm not signed, but on your head I put five Jump out the bushes with the fire (Fah, fah, fah, fah) This nigga think he got nine lives Auntie dance like Mary J. Blige Bitch, I got dope on the plate I put the pole to your face Cuz'nem woulda came home, but you told on the case I reloaded my Drac', now I couldn't throw it away They say I got a chance with rap and I shouldn't throw it away I stand on business with my niggas, don't care what a nigga say It be a cold day in hell before I let 'em get away It's niggas that I still wanna kill back from seventh grade Lil' Yano get you gone, all he need is a picture and your name They like "Papi talkin' crazy, it's probably 'cause the nigga's crazy" That boy cut throat and he a taker Police behind us, gotta shake 'em All I know is work the dope I got fifty dollar grams Scratch from the side of the bowl and serve hit to my mans I got the Drac', don't give a damn "Where you at?" Still sellin' grams Take this picture, I'm your fan Coke, lean and we selling tan My white junkie like "Chapo, I love you" Damn right, bitch, I just wanna fuck you Make it rain with the Carbon They like "Chapo, what you chargin'?" A hundred a gram, two thousand a feat Her head ain't good but the pussy elite These Louis Forces, don't step on my feet Nigga, nah, for real I can't go out of town, I got money on the streets Ridin' 'round with your bitch, we just had her on her knees She like "Chapo, you a demon" See a opp, watch, we get to squeezin' I can't trust him 'less he Crip You buy this bag, that's what you get Wrist dancin', milly rockin' He big as hell, but the Drac' stopped him I'm down the way, I'm Glock shoppin' It's more cut, I still lock it I fuck her good off the Roxi' I wish you would, we gon' pop you Three cubans, I'm super cocky Mob boss like I'm John Gotti
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