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letra de wuzup? - papi panda

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[intro]
see i ain’t gave a f-ck in a bit
but when i do, i toss a thought, i’m getting lost and i dip
b-lls blue, crip walk, walk off with the clique
we staying earnest with the music, got no time for a trick
timelapse, bar spat, bar spit on the sh-t
i got my focus on the rappin, so the lens off a b-tch
what’s up lil n-gga, see it’s pop and we pop off
if he speakin, leave em bleeding like the eyes of a crackpot

[hook]
what’s up with ya n-gga, why you talk back
and ion even wanna hear less you talk stacks
you see a n-gga always ask where the cash at
so he bring sacks to bank with a black mask
open safe, and ya saved, and i’ll be on my way
and i’ll dumb all the loot in a backpack
what’s up with ya n-gga, why you talk back
a n-gga never wanna hear unless you talk stacks

[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m a d-o-g
this rap sh-t got me feeling like a g-o-d
set dirty, hol it down, no p-o-p
talk sh-t, get hit, boy on my tee
but i was never into conflict, sh-t was a problem
toss em, with my other motherf-cking losses
boy done snapped, and the sh-t getting lucid
n-ggas know now not to do sh-t stupid
see i’m the type to look for the issue
sick mind, got brain on a tissue
good aim, so i neva’ eva’ miss you
number 1, so i might just miss 2

[hook]
what’s up with ya n-gga, why you talk back
and ion even wanna hear less you talk stacks
you see a n-gga always ask where the cash at
so he bring sacks to bank with a black mask
open safe, and ya saved, and i’ll be on my way
and i’ll dumb all the loot in a backpack
what’s up with ya n-gga, why you talk back
a n-gga never wanna hear unless you talk stacks

[verse 2]
n-ggas out of pocket, like wallets that robbers take
out ya pocket to make a profit, and pocket it for the taking
the coppers was not a problem, but the trust to a minimal
you don’t want wanna start it with papi, out my peripheral
flow ain’t golden, but silver as f-cking nickels
i tickle ya little ears for a little and make wiggle, wait
the b-ss is droppin, like bombings (bomins) on nagasaki
the takis is how he speak when he spitting it on the posse–cut

[verse 3]
b-tch, i’m a d-o-g
and always harder than these motherf-ckas talkin to me
you see i’m awful, you flinch at the name of papi the p
and i part a part of em, moses, you see i’m cutting em clean
like a f-cking turkey, the merc with the mouth and doing the sheath, and
i’m pulling up to the rap game and i murder the scene
you see i’m magic with words, murder merlin over beats
make the compet-tion kiss the f-cking curb and then they weep, and then they drop, n-gga
pop n-gga, you say i’m soft n-gga
i’m never soft with plot, i’m wild n-gga
so if a n-gga got a problem with me
he starting with me, i caught him and he slob on my cleats, see
heard you veggie n-ggas wanted some beef, so i’ll come at ya, you p-ssies is back to eating my meat
a punch is puncturing stomachs of all the punks that compete
i’m the f-cking king of the hearts and the streets so get out my seat, b-tch

[hook]
what’s up with ya n-gga, why you talk back
and ion even wanna hear less you talk stacks
you see a n-gga always ask where the cash at
so he bring sacks to bank with a black mask
open safe, and ya saved, and i’ll be on my way
and i’ll dumb all the loot in a backpack
what’s up with ya n-gga, why you talk back
a n-gga never wanna hear unless you talk stacks

- papi panda

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