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papa holt - wish list lyrics

(papa holt original)

you take me for granted
can’t fake my place you stand in
i’d go to other planets
can’t stand it
you inside i’m out
can’t talk what i’m thinking about
i’m keeping my ten toes down. in clouds

last summer, sh+t was different
we was the same, now you talk to other b+tches
you’re on my mind baby girl, you’re on my wish list
i’m dropping dimes. girl, you know it feel like christmas
wow
and she done changed up
you was the one, but girl now you’re not my same love
i’m way too cold, in my crib i’m feeling famous
they said “aye papa holt, you know it’s getting dangerous (wow)”

summertime it make me feel like i’m insane
(make me feel like i’m insane)
and when i wanna check your heart, you check my brain
(you don’t wanna check my brain)
you told me time and time “don’t make me lose the game”
(how could you do this, how could you do this, how could you do this)
i got a picture, unless you want to see me change
(how could you do this, how could you do this, you’re looking stupid)
oh wow
(how could you do this)
last summer, sh+t was different
we was the same, now you talk to other b+tches
you’re on my mind baby girl, you’re on my wish list
i’m dropping dimes. girl, you know it feel like christmas
(pop it, pop it, pop it)
and she done changed up
you was the one, but girl now you’re not my same love
i’m way too cold, in my crib i’m feeling famous
they said “aye papa holt, you know it’s getting dangerous”

i’m finna make a new track today
i’m finna get in my bag today
play wit the kitty no hathaway
look at my license plate
she wanna go on a drive today
look in my eyes
shorty so cute
i think i might take up to the sky
hop off the stage. hop out the scene
fourth of july
show me the titties on facetime
she called me up from a landline

i cannot move (stop it. move)
i cannot run, i’m away!
i cannot move (stop it. move)
we sending shots at your fitted
i cannot move (stop it. move)
i think she might let me hit it
papa holt in the building
black eyed peas, got a feeling
last summer, sh+t was different
we was the same, now you talk to other b+tches
you’re on my mind baby girl, you’re on my wish list
i’m dropping dimes. girl, you know it feel like christmas
(pop it, pop it, pop it)
and she done changed up
you was the one, but girl now you’re not my same love
i’m way too cold, in my crib i’m feeling famous
they said “aye papa holt, you know it’s getting dangerous”
last summer, sh+t was different
we was the same, now you talk to other b+tches
you’re on my mind baby girl, you’re on my wish list
i’m dropping dimes. girl, you know it feel like christmas
(pop it, pop it, pop it)
and she done changed up
you was the one, but girl now you’re not my same love
i’m way too cold, in my crib i’m feeling famous
they said “aye papa holt, you know it’s getting dangerous”

doodle bob. doodle bob
do the f+cking dance, then these b+tches wanna slob
on my d+ck everyday and i don’t know why
getting all this money but she wanna take 5

- papa holt lyrics

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