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papi goyo - cabo lyrics

f+cking marijuana that i’m steaming got me heated
that i didn’t have some better sh+t
but sh+t i’m out in egypt
had some dope hash had papi all defeated
like a purpose yo, the same one that i’m fiending
in the west coast go to cabo for the weekend
fl!ck my lighter throw a fl!ck on throw my feet up
sittin on my throne i don’t sip on margarita
sip mezcal to the dome is how i connect to jesus
puffin on my cheebah is how i connect the pieces
if 12 is at my 6 that’s when i dip it like a cheetah
mediterranean hoes man i eat em like a pita
i been meditating thinking na i don’t really need her
plants are self sufficient and i grow mine to the ceiling
i don’t blame you homie need see it to believe it
balling like the pros had to ditch all the collegiate
she don’t drink it straight mix her gin up with the seagrams
when she see me pull up stunting she is gonna leave him
ride home drake had her way up in her feelings

stay woke, stay grinding they broke
they don’t have loyalty even for their bros
they don’t have respect, they ain’t getting checks nope
i just stay innovating yeah i learned the ropes
yeah i’m pimping playa burning on some big dope
i get the thumbs up, you get the big no

yeah i’m pimping playa burning on some big dope
i get the thumbs up, you get the big no

pedal to the metal hit the gas like whoah
leave my haters all behinds behind me
bring along my folks
my pen does the stroking all i do is stay woke
my d+ck does the poking all i do is stay woke
their bank does the joking they don’t even stay afloat
my real name greg, and greg the f+cking goat
i got the keys too, and everybody know
they dangling, kiss your mistress at your front door

i don’t think they wanna know what i can achieve
im a jungle boy baby swinging through the trees
im a tropic lover ganja twista rolly rockin rum sipper
whats your problem hold your thoughts please your opinion
ain’t of interest please stay silent, i’m thinking bout my future
drinking amarula
if you’re fine i’m inspecting before i go through ya
beef with me is not a joke shots will rips right through ya
guate baby i don’t play look proper but i’m sucio
i don’t like me no patron i dial 1942 julio
all these ladies they ain’t queens, i need me one more courteous
more about my money growing take our family serious
i’m thinking minds is racing
i’m still thinking on jamaica
i haven’t pulled the trigger
i’ve been stacking up my paper
traveling across the country
i’m still hungry for that east muse
got the bag in every county
sn+tched your b+tch at east room
i ain’t going back to chi town, clubs are never popping
im chilling in miami and i’m close to mom and pops
lead this whole community own a bunch of shops
we gon get this sh+t hopping
we gonn prosper that’s on god

i get the thumbs up you get the big no

you get the big no

- papi goyo lyrics

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