Paypa and House Gangs very own Crooked I teams up together on this Cardiak produced track called "RPM" that will appear on his upcoming project, Kim Jong Ill: Henny On The Rocks 3.
RPM Lyrics
Look, our street is rapping like I’m trapping fuck a hobby
Trap peas artist, shit I’m into catching bodies
Asking for a verse it’s like asking for a hearse
Asking for a feature should be asking for a preacher
My nigga I’m ether, heavy weight no bar bells
Me, more sweet 16’s than the tarhill
I be really up at night, serving like a bar grill
Swerving on that 60, trying not to hit that gar real
Mmm, bitches want that molly, they be popping toes
Pull up in that 50, watch them bitches choose
Hit my nigga Jason when we coping jewels,
Pull up to the party, jewelry godly, you can tell I’m new
Stunting on these niggas like I never had nothing
Taking pictures of these bitches, while they instagram fronting
Show me something I ain’t never seen, baby fuck educated
Rap pussy money, pussy money, that’s a definite down
[Hook]
Mmm, erything I be talking bout
I really mean that shit
Pull up in the truck let them hoes out
You ain’t never seen that shit
I’m talking rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
I would take all of it down
A rubber band around a hundred grand
I got for some hookers
That’s how a real nigga rap, pussy, money
I don’t write my nigga, I go and gas
Last time I wrote was a note to a holding class
Hate when an ashy face bitch shows her ass
It’s called make up, shout out to hoven dash
I smash the pedal to the floor, board of the Porsche
I’m from the 4 quarters of course,
Guns galore, so many magazines, you think the board ordered the source
A whore hoarder giving raw orders to restore order
A rolex make my time fly a lot faster
Took me from a slave shit to a yacht master
Amber rose, my hoes, blond body like they fuck cancer
The block answer, I am the
Coming for your neck like a guillotine
Getting money with billy jay, not billy jean, paper!
[Hook]
Mmm, erything I be talking bout
I really mean that shit
Pull up in the truck let them hoes out
You ain’t never seen that shit
I’m talking rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
rap, pussy, money, rap, pussy, money
No particular order but damn.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Paypa Ft. Crooked I - RPM
Posted at: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 Labels: Crooked I, Lyrics, PaypaPosted by Anthonia | Rating: 4.5 Advertisement
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