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nappy d - pamela lyrics

[intro: nappy d]
yeah, aye
it’s double p, woo
yeah
shout out e-lizzle, morgizzle, torrizzle
firestarter aiden, chrome trash
deets, mort, everybody in the crew
chan’l, wasabii.ii, jamesy boy
i got y’all, yeah

[hook: nappy d]
calling your b-tch on her cellular
my n-gg-, you are an amateur
my n-gg-s will brutally damage ya
wearing her out like stamina
i swear n-body can handle us
golden like i am a champion
calling the plug named pamela
pamela whippin’ up angel dust
call her up, ring
hotline, bling
birds they, sing
phone keep, chirping
call her up, ring
hotline, bling
birds they, sing
phone keep, chirping

[verse 1: nappy d]
ring, ring
h-llo, fellow
yellow jacket the way i’m attacking
better get back, n-gg-, what’s brackin’?
you already know that i’m what’s happening
double to the p, y to the d
my apologies, your lady
is otp with double p
repping tennessee and sc, we deep
boy, i swear i’m on a roll, nappy’s taking control
just waiting for the day, when i’m selling out shows
achieving all of my goals, stunting with my flow
calling up your hoe, i’m pulling up fa’sho
don’t cross my rhodes, drop the people’s elbow
breaking ribs and souls, if they try to be bold
got emeralds like rouge, blowing up, no fuse
what’s your excuse?
why won’t she call you?

[verse 2: chan’l, the great]
it’s nappy d, chan’l, the great
none of you n-gg-s can hang
it just be me and my gang, you wish you been doing the same thing
we are too different, no same lanes
stick in my pocket, the game’s changed
yeah, the stick in my pocket, the game’s changed
f-ck these n-gg-s, i’m insane
f-ck these b-tches, get the brain
running your b-tch through the gang, that’s a train
roll another, roll another, i’m blazed
roll another, roll another, it’s a good day
yeah, see my drip when i’m walking
yeah, your b-tch, she be barking
all of these n-gg-s, they talking
faking n-gg-s, they get thrown in a coffin
keeping it solid, my b-tch, she flawless
all of these rappers, they spitting, so garbage
yeah, none of you n-gg-s can get like me
i am that n-gg- they strive to be
it’s d-e-finitely c-t-g making your speakers tweak, yeah

[outro: nappy d]
hotline bling
it’s double p

- nappy d lyrics

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