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the pope - cartel bo lyrics

[intro]
haha, yeah
haha (oh yeah, yeah)
all this motherf*ckin’ ice on me, n*gga (oh yeah)
ice on my chest like i got heartburn or somethin’, ha (fred, sou, woo)
ride this motherf*cker, yeah

[chorus]
shop with me, get what he want, hand him a bag like this the store (yeah)
got it off and ran it up, i told that b*tch come get some more (more)
if i told you it was free, it come from me, that sh*t a joke (haha)
ran from 12 with all this jewelry, caught my ass ’cause this sh*t glow (yeah)
please explain where in the f*ck is you gon’ go, i got this scopе (bah)
they call happy than a b*tch, they see that package hit thеy door (yeah)
corporation international, baby, just like pepsi, coke (come on)
stayin’ hard, everybody lookin’ up to me like i’m the pope (yeah)

[verse]
your b*tch call my phone mad, like, “look, dad, i’m ready to go” (haha)
mr. louis, fendi, say i clean up good like i make soap (ooh)
i ain’t fake, none of these n*ggas (ayy), b*tch, my back ain’t ‘gainst the ropes (nah)
youngins ready get on your ass, i’m textin’ one word and that’s, “go”
go, go, go, go, go (haha, lord), go, go, go (yeah)
was talkin’ crazy than a b*tch ’til he got to lookin’ down that pole (pole)
keep these n*ggas out your mix ’cause mine’ll come, kick down that loaf (for real)
roaches crawlin’ all out the oven, boy, it’s bricks inside that stove (on god, ha)
big old kid in a maybach, bad*ass ripper runnin’ ‘cross the rope (yeah)
i flew baby to jamaica, but i’m too busy, i ain’t go (no)
sn*tchin’ sh*t all off the wall (haha), shoppin’, throwin’ sh*t on the floor (it is)
let daddy inside that bank account and watch how that b*tch grow (yeah)
[chorus]
shop with me, get what he want, hand him a bag like this the store (yeah)
got it off and ran it up, i told that b*tch come get some more (more)
if i told you it was free, it come from me, that sh*t a joke (haha)
ran from 12 with all this jewelry, caught my ass ’cause this sh*t glow (yeah)
please explain where in the f*ck is you gon’ go, i got this scope (bah)
they call happy than a b*tch, they see that package hit they door (yeah)
corporation international, baby, just like pepsi, coke (come on)
stayin’ hard, everybody lookin’ up to me like i’m the pope (haha)

[outro]
yeah, yeah
haha, yeah

- cartel bo lyrics

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