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letra de pape warriors - cvv lin

[intro: stanwill]
yeah, if it’s pape’, spend a b-tch quick, leave a ho dizzy
yeah
yeah, b-tch, yeah

[verse 1: stanwill]
yeah, if it’s pape’, spend a b-tch quick, leave a ho dizzy
think i need a hot dog bun, b-tch, i tote glizzy
switchy on the back of every glocky, i don’t tote semis
sneakers seven hundred, but the virgil tee was four-fifty
lookin’ in the mirror like stan, you got golden sides
kicks european, poppin’ out with a polish rifle
scam god, when it come to sauce, could’ve wrote a bible
shoot him in his sh-t, b-tch, i ain’t buy a pole to fight you
dior sneaks hit for twelve hundred big ones
keep a tool, catch a broke opp, be done fixed one
had to tell myself, “keep shootin’ ’til you switch one”
f-ck every b-tch in my past, i don’t miss one
hoes played it crazy, when i’m rich, i’ma play it nuts
cut into her like i’m tryna slam, ain’t no layin’ up
b-tch hit the ‘wood, she like, “f-ck, this an eighth of what?”
all that sh-t he sayin’ in the booth, he done made it up

[verse 2: cvv lin]
jugg wizard, every play i get, you know it hit
gucci stepper, walkin’ out the crib in exclusive kicks
b-tch trippin’ ’bout the bales, spent that sh-t on my drip
we don’t use hands, walk around with big-ass sticks
eighteen carat on her neck, make a b-tch fall in love
every time i’m in public, sh-t, i gotta mean mug
tryna step for me, hit his ass with a mean slug
sparkin’ ‘woods bigger than godd-mn tree trunks
b-tch got some booty like naw, i want the face
huh, when i hit her bank account, leave without no trace
yeah, did a b-tch burny, had to ask her, “did you like that taste?”
hit his baby mama on sofa sippin’ gatorade
he ain’t nothin’ but a hater, like dog sippin’ haterade
ran out of sprite, like i mixed the wock’ with the powerade
uh, unky in the streets all day, he be catchin’ fades
send these herpy bullets at dog like he finna catch a blades
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
my wrist ’bout forty pounds
backyard boogie in the ‘wood, don’t smoke in loud
yeah, walked up in the function fly as f-ck like i hate all crowds
i’m gettin’ money and bang, i would make my granny proud
talkin’ ’bout he gon’ pull up, he cannot be found
spice talking is my specialty, [?]
stan pull up with a tec, he gon’ hop out right next to me
yeah, yeah, yeah
ooh
(that was easy)

- cvv lin

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