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letra de capital p - papa thiv

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ayo i always had the looks, i just never had the cash
always hit the books but i was tryna hit some -ss
never mowed lawns, but i make green off of gr-ss
any given night yo we might blow through a half

started sipping lean, so i stopped going to cl-ss
but you can call me ace cause you know i still p-ssed
you f-ckin with the don, so when i tell you get back
better pull a little brother before you get your ribs slashed

we ain’t studio thugs, i ain’t tryna talk smack
b-tches make threats, if you a boss, then you act
if you flossed in the trap and your jaw’s still intact
then i could understand where you got the b-lls to rap

but your hood hate you, you deserve to be slapped
take a shot at p stat and you will get leaned back
couple bones for my n-ggas in your home to heat clap
l!ck shots at your dome mother f-cker, eat that

cause i ain’t got time for none of you broke n-ggas
if you ain makin gwop then i can’t f-ck witcha
get the picture?
i’ll spit ya, some real hot truth

split the top on the coupe
i really do what it do
last time i came through, everything brand new
but that’s another story for y’all to jam to

you know how your man do, i keep them fly mamis
that claim they love me and wanna spend money on me
but you know i’ll keep it gully till the day that y’all find me
in my casket with a blunt and a pair of fresh heineys

til that day, my louisville ride shotty
you can ask anybody in my city, yo they got me
gettin real c-cky cause these n-ggas like to copy
but they rhymes so sloppy and they girls call me papi

call me thiv armani, fake n-ggas get bodied
and if i ain’t got cash, i still got green on me
every time i rhyme, every line from my mind
it’s like a ray of sunshine, but i’m really on my grind

and as far as trends go, i don’t follow ’em, i set ’em
young n-gga but i been ridin round in them benzes
windows tinted to the max, the whip’s blacked out
they say you shouldn’t talk sh-t if you live in a gl-ss house

but every time i leave the house i just spaz out
cause n-ggas talk a lot of sh-t, but in the end they back out
i’m livin the good life, see my walls, are windows
your dogs are not my kinfolk, i play b-tches like nintendo

64 but you can catch me in that six-four
with the low trunk and the suicide back doors
my n-ggas got cash flow just off the raps yo
i may live in new york, but i’m still a m-ssh0l-

- papa thiv

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