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letra de papas - dj muggs x crimeapple

[intro]
you call it whatever you want, baby (woah)
i mean, i don’t know how the shrimp is here, but the calamari is magnificent (woah, uh-huh)
i know, you used to potatoes (ay-yay-yay)
you know what i’m sayin’? cold cuts, but
it’s a new day (ay)
enjoy yourself, uh
woah (woah, woah)

[verse 1]
i be in the telly countin’ pesos (brrt)
breakin’ my atl b-tch’ back, bumpin’ bankroll
dutches full of postre (woah), connect name jorge (hola, jorge)
told me if rap slow up, he will help me fill the coche (woah)
i was like, “no sé” (ay, no sé), started with some verses
now they watchin’ me close, wantin’ me to consider merges
i ain’t even doin’ the most, truth be told, i’m hardly workin’ (that’s the truth)
my paper come automatic, it’s been package, after package, after package
pulled up with a duck in the range (what’s up)
you was sittin’ there holding out a cup, shakin’ some change, ain’t it strange? (oh, it’s bad luck)
we used to have scrambled eggs for dinner
now i deal with inventors, venice beach for the winter (toma)
i might ski in the summer, or i might be in a tundra (toma)
with a hood-rat b-tch who gon’ want some nikes if i f-ck her
what the f-ck? if she roll a blunt, and always wanna suck d-ck, it’s fine (it’s all good)
when i’m finished she can go crazy in the finish line (it’s all good)
until another b-tch started hittin’ me, and she got upset (oh, word?)
took them air max’s back quick and said, “watch your step” (woah)
[interlude]
para conté que e risies, stupida
tranquilita (woah)

[chorus]
got the foreign outside with your shorty smokin’ gas in it (oh, she smoking gas)
told her, “i be back”, i’m about to get the bag (i gotta get this bag though)
if it’s all about the chips, you know who got the potatoes (el lo sabes)
you know who got the potatoes, baby
got the foreign outside with your shorty smokin’ gas in it (it’s right outside)
told her, “i be back”, i’m about to get the bag (i be right back, woahs)
if it’s all about the chips, you know who got the potatoes (woah, you know i got a tree full of potatoes, shorty)
yeah, you know soul assassins’s the label (woah)

[verse 2]
in the club, n92 mask on, lettin’ ruffles fly (woah)
in medellín i got a cool ranch, if you come outside (y en berrio)
you gon’ see a techo e vidrio from dead gringos
statements from a bank that i constantly fed pringles (woah)
sh-t, to leave you crispy in the ride, ’cause you gotta be cautious (gotta be)
sh-t, i was wise when everybody was salty (woah)
now all my b-tches is freaky, and them kids is all queasy (cartagena, hu-ah)
count it up for an hour, now fingers all cheesy (woah)
and, yeah, i got an amigos, but that ain’t nothin’ to me, so (it ain’t nothin’)
i called up my dos amigos, throw ’em a bag of tostitos (tenga)
like, “handle that and dip”, you would think powder was the substance (you would think)
they got me layin’ in hammocks, smokin’ sour creme and onions
it’s nothin’, let a lame talk sl!ck, ’cause he sloppy (okay)
they gon’ find ’em with somethin’ in his neck the same size of a taki (okay)
no karate, don’t wanna hear my name on a bum’s lips (shh)
might wind up in the back if you been plottin’ on somethin’, chips (woah)
[chorus]
got the foreign outside with your shorty smokin’ gas in it (she smoking gas)
told her, “i be back”, i’m about to get the bag (i’ma go get this bag)
if it’s all about the chips, you know who got the potatoes
you know who got the potatoes, baby (i got like four potatoes on me right now)

[outro]
(with your shorty smoking gas in it)
(i’m about to get the bag if it’s)
(you know who got the potatoes)
(manteca the label, woah)
(crimeapple)
(dj muggs)

- dj muggs x crimeapple

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