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pappidivine - facts lyrics

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(hook)2x

speaking them facts
running up bands but no tax
some of these girls they be nats
i just sit back and relax
u might get hit in the lip
my flow is so spicy no chips
imma take you on a trip
destroying these n-ggas out here pocalypse

(verse 1)
these n-ggas be hating i step on they necks
have em down there looking stupid like strek

u say u got bands it ain’t nun but a check
and i mess with skate yee yah i die by respek

you say u can rap but i know tht u trash
tryna get to top tryna count up this cash
running circles round u but i am not the flash
and u not getting money ik tht u mad

i got the juice and i got the sauce
you kno u not winning u taking a loss

my diamonds get water wet freeze like some frost
and u not really bout it u just love to talk

this ain’t no game when it come to the rap
when it come to the streets gotta learn to adapt
i hate when these out here tryna cap
u keep talk in dum u get knocked of the map

imma get money imma try to get it
can’t hang around me if u not really with it

cuz most of u n-ggas out here y’all be tripping
im making a puddle cuz i’m really dripping

my music go dum yah it’s really crazy
you n-ggas out here getting soft like some babies
i gotta new girl and she coming from haiti
shout out to my mama kuz she really made me

(hook)2x
speaking them facts
running up bands but no tax
some of these girls they be nats
i just sit back and relax
u might get hit in the lip
my flow is so spicy no chips
imma take you on a trip
destroying these n-ggas out here pocalypse

at first u didn’t kno tht i knew u
life out here can get exclusive

i’m beating the pot not abusive
keep talking crazy remove u

i might just flex on my ex
you go give me my repect

got a new girl and you kno tht she wet but i ain’t worried bout tht i’m just tryna get next

you tht pappi is lit
keep talking end up with a st-tch

uncle told me do not worry bout b-tch do not worry bout haters just try to get rich

ik tht u dig wat i’m sayin
lil n-gga you need to stop playin
i might just go super saiyn
u n-ggas are acting like fans
switch it up like a trans

large loads
take yo soul
diamonds gold
money so swole u can call it a dome

don’t f-kk with feds
come at yo head
music spread
u say u can beat me you kno tht sh-t dead

(hook)2x
speaking them facts
running up bands but no tax
some of these girls they be nats
i just sit back and relax
u might get hit in the lip
my flow is so spicy no chips
imma take you on a trip
destroying these n-ggas out here pocalypse

- pappidivine lyrics

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