Cardiak - RPM lyrics

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Cardiak - RPM lyrics

[Verse One: Paypa] Look, our street is rapping like I'm trapping, f** a hobby Trapeze artist, sh** I'm into catching bodies Asking for a verse is like asking for a hearse Asking for a feature, should be asking for a preacher My n***a, I'm ether, heavy weight, no bar bells Me, more sweet 16's than an Tarheel I be really up at night, serving like a bar grill Swerving on that 60, trying not to hit that guard rail Mmm, b**hes want that molly, they be popping twos Pull up in that 50, watch them b**hes choose Hit my n***a Jason when we copping j**els Pull up to the party, j**elry godly, you can tell I'm new Stunting on these n***as like I never had nothing Taking pictures of these b**hes while they Instagram fronting Show me something I ain't never seen, baby f** etiquette Rap, p**y, money, p**y, money, that's a definite down [Hook] Mmm, everything I be talking bout, I really mean that sh** Pull up in the truck let them hoes out, you ain't never seen that sh** I'm talking rap, p**y, money, rap, p**y, money Rap, p**y, money, rap, p**y, money Rap, p**y, money, rap, p**y, money Rap, p**y, money, I would take it all down [Verse Two: Crooked I] A rubber band around a hundred grand I got from some hookers That's how a real n***a rap, p**y, money I don't write my n***a, I go and gas Last time I wrote was a note to a holding cla** Hate when an ashy face b**h show her a** It's called make up, shout out to Hov and Dash I smash the pedal to the floor, bored of the Porsche I'm from the four quarters of course, guns galore So many magazines, you think the board ordered the Source A who*e hoarder giving raw orders to restore order A Rolex make my time fly a lot faster Took me from a slave ship to a yacht master Amber Rose my hoes, blond baldy like they f** cancer The block answer, I am the… Coming for your neck like a guillotine Getting money with Billy Jay, not Billy Jean, Paypa [Hook 2] Mmm, everything I be talking bout, I really mean that sh** Pull up in the truck let them hoes out, you ain't never seen that sh** I'm talking rap, p**y, money, rap, p**y, money Rap, p**y, money, rap, p**y, money Rap, p**y, money, rap, p**y, money Rap, p**y, money, no particular order but damn

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