Ray Charles

By Rx Papi

On Broken Pots

Released on October 15, 2019

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[Verse]

Cook dope on a broke down oven

Every junkie round me telling me they love it

I was down bad, had nothing

Had to get in the kitchen with uncontrolled substances

We ain't talking 'bout money, we ain't have no discussion

I'mma up that stick, I'mma shoot it and dump it

I feel like Scarface, [?] onions

When I'm in the trap, I'mma get that bitch jumping

If you buy more than five, I'mma give you my number

Bye, I been serving junkies every day of summer

Front door serving Auntie [?]

I served thirty junkies in December

Lick came up to me when I was at Walmart

I was in my head and I didn't even remember him

I cook crack like a OG veteran

I'mma tax you, [?]

Ain't shit in this world I won't do for my niggas

I'mma up that stick broad day and I hit 'em

My bitch don't be nagging, she don't really be tripping

She know I handle mine when I get in that kitchen

She know I do my thing when I get in that pussy

[?] for the OG cookie

Y'all niggas [?] OG pussy

This stick fully loaded, don't think you no bully

One in the head and you ain't even gotta push me

I shot a pussy ass nigga for looking

They know that I'm low down, shiesty and crooked

I feel like Ray Charles over the phone

I don't wanna see shit, I just get in my phone

I'm cooking up dope now, leave me alone

I had to hit airplane mode on my phone

I was cooking up deuces all night long

I don't need no deadline 'cause it get gone

If you wanna be brodie, you on your own

You don't want no money, what the fuck is you on

You talking to me, better lower your tone

I put this big ass pole in your dome

One false move and lil nigga, you're gone

Audi A7, I'mma speed right in it

I'mma cook the whole deuce up in less than five minutes

Nigga I do my motherfucking thing

I learned to lie to niggas and lie to the bank

I lie to my nana and I lie to my grandma

Trap in my bitch house but I don't got cameras

You know damn well Papi ain't religious

Hoe I be praying to a money bandana


[?] harder than the damn [?]

Bitch that's Chanel, stop calling it channel

Papi too hard and I'm too hot to handle

I whip out the bowl, put my hand on the handle

Got her Audi A4, took her out of the Camry

She had an [?], she let me back in it

I eat her up right out of her panties

I like my hoes hood, I ain't really romantic

I brought a stick with me, I ain't taking no chances

Audi Q8, it look better than a Phantom