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papoose - that nigga pap nigga pap lyrics

that n-gg- pap, n-gg- pap, n-gg- pap, n-gg- pap
that n-gg- pap, n-gg- pap, papoose

n-gg-z know me
hottest n-gg- on the streets hommie, p-a-p
the bootleggers tell me, aint seen a n-gg- this hott since 50
when these labels sign me ima lock the game up, me and kay sleezy
im a straight g, on some b-k sh-t, p-a-p

i keep my hammer tucked
picture me scared of what?
a skinny n-gg-, so i alwayz pull my pants up
(them n-gg-z tear sh-t up)who me i d-mn jump
them n-gg-z tear sh-t up, hold up let me stand up
why you [?]
you a scared f-ck
they hit cha man up, then you better man up
you aint got no d-mn guts, you god d-mn punk
stop eight ball shaving, getcha grams up
did a sweep on the block, when they ran up
you aint even give us no warning, you got us jammed up
seen em pull their vans up, you such a d-mn chump
instead of say ya man down, let em lock ya man’s up
better hand cuff me to myself, i dont share cuffs
if they handcuff me to him, ima tear him up
see i came from the bottom, but i clammed up
so all my gangstas throw ya f-cking hands up
i respect the dirty south, yeah they get it crunk
but there something i dont understand (what)
why would i let a man jump, and pop his d-mn trunk
when i can tear him up, before he even stand up
see you scared to take a risk, but you aint tuff
papoose take more risk than handcuffs
n-gg-z say they looking for me
they wanna blare me up
looking where, im over here like dandruff
see see them n-gg-z chased you down
said you was running to get your rachet
you never came back, you ran cause you a f-ggot
u like to send them wolves at n-gg-s, you give em rachets
u might even c-ck the gun, but you never clap it
go ahed send them wolves at me, send them b-st-rds
i bet you i’ll smoke everyone of them little b-st-rds
wolves move around in packs, i know their tactics
hommie i smoke a pack a day, i gotta have it
i never shoot with my bad hand, i gotta clap with the hand
i bag crack with
when i re-up, i keep a drug attic with me, i open the plastic
let them test it on the spot, i dont f-ck with no cabbage
i cant stand middle men, the f-ck up your cabbage
he tried to get his pc, so he wants you to have it
when i go to cop grams, i dont come with those f-ggots
im like a brand new house, i come with a attic
you know that n-gg- at the dice game holding a bank
got everybody under pressure cause he roll with a eight
they be scared to beat his point and it shows in his face
even when he throw a duece, they be hoping they ace
but while you raising your voice, hommie lower your base
your body bluffin’ is a total discrace
deep down inside you dont want no parts of me
you aint got no heart, if you aint talking about no money, what cha tounge gon’ talk
when i run up on you, that gun gon’ spark
you like a n-gg- who getting a shape up, you dont want no parts
i just dip from the narks, cuz im on the grind
i sent my dimes ten dollars, dont bring me mine
i aint taking no shorts when it come to mine
while all ya n-gg-s take more shorts than boosters in the summer time

- papoose lyrics

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