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letra de attitude - papi torres

(intro)

ayo notorious, what’s good? (man w-ssup wit it?)
why these f-ckas think they can play wit us? (you know hoes is haters)
they know who the f-ck we are (yeah all dat)
man f-ck yo feelings (f-ck em)
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch

(papi torres verse)

see about me
it’s ya boy papi
pretty face, tall frame
i don’t blame enemies
all they got, jealousy
when i pull up in a beam’
ask any b-tch
why they wanna be like me?
i stay wet
the diamonds on my body
makin all the fellas sweat
keep a pretty thug
who be suckin on my chest
i ain’t dj khaled
but i’m claimin we da best
you ridin for ya city
b-tch i’m reppin for the west
got nikes on, i just do it
quick to check a b-tch
who be puttin me through it
hoe i get up in ya face with no fear
in case you don’t hear
middle fingers up
i’ma smack you, i don’t care
yeah, b-tch you know i got att-tude
i talk tough cuz i back it up with real goons
i been rude since i ran it up in middle school
you disrespect
i get crazy like a padded room

(chorus)
yeah
b-tch you know i got a att-tude
all dat talkin, really b-tch? what you gone do?
see my face, i ain’t playin wit you
ugh, b-tch you know i got a att-tude
yeah
b-tch you know i got a att-tude
all dat talkin, really b-tch? what you gone do?
see my face, i ain’t playin wit you?
yeah, b-tch you know i got a att-tude

(notorious b-tch verse)

move b-tch, get out the way
you know i got att-tude, get out my face
runnin game on these n-gg-s
you know i don’t play
you got my name in yo mouth
i’m slappin out the taste
copy cat b-tches, why you hoes all the same?
c-ke to a b-tch, why you nosey bout my name?
i don’t f-ck with b-tches
cuz these hoes h-lla lame
these b-tches run they mouth
and i’m runnin to the bank
i ain’t f-ckin with these b-tches
i don’t f-ck with thots
only f-ckin with my circle
smaller than a dot
these hoes think they doctors
how they sendin out shots
turn into a pimple
b-tch you quick to get popped
muggin any b-tch, i hope she got a problem
if a b-tch test me, then you know i’m finna rob em
hoes wasn’t with me when i started from the bottom
don’t feel none of these b-tches
like i’m f-ckin with a condom

- papi torres

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