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papi chulo - octavian lyrics

(bricks, this sh*t finna k!ll these n*ggas)
(go grizz)
(kio, kio)

uh, met this pretty ting, nice to meet you, mucho gusto
sweeter than a churro, she call me papi chulo
yeah, i’m single, baby girl, but how ’bout you though?
tryna make you my number one
tryna make you my numero uno

sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet*sweet
sweet, sweet*sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet, sweet, sweet*sweet
sweet, sweet*sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

she’s s*xy
i’m in love with her brain, man, she’s stuck on my mind
she only speaks when she has an epiphany, kind of girl you wanna f*ck all the time
ride me like i’m ginuwine
i’ll suck on her nipples, she’s suckin’ on mine
she told me hit it from behind, i stroke it, i pull out, i cum on her spine
uh, i think that i found me a keeper, por favor mamacita
let’s do it like mickey and mallory, get you some ice to go with your tequila
i just bought a rolex, broke it in half ’cause this one’s a creeper
we sipping liquor by the litre, p*ssy so good it put me in a sleeper

when i look left in the morning there’s a b*tch who’s tryna stay (who are you?)
did we smash or not? man, i don’t recognize her face (who are you?)
i don’t need your talking or your weed you’re tryna blaze (no)
me and skep linked up and now we’re dancing in the rave (ahwoo)

sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet*sweet
sweet, sweet*sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet, sweet, sweet*sweet
sweet, sweet*sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

came out of the car and your b*tches said: hola
i’m smoking cigars and i’m drinking coronas and i met this b*tch who was dressed up in rosa, i tell her come here, girl you’re very hermosa
tengo dinero, forget your mind
come outside, step man and look at my dimes
some tequila man i’m dropping my bands, take the weed off me man, i’m dropping my bands
got b*tches way too fire, where the h*ll did i find her?
i just had to describe her, other b*tches don’t like her
it’s because she’s getting all designer, yeah, mm, it’s a minor
your other man, he’s tired, f*ck him and then climb up

dancing
sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
you got me dancing
sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet*sweet
sweet, sweet*sweet, sweet, sweet
money’s dancing
sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet, sweet, you got me dancing, sweet*sweet
sweet, sweet*sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

- octavian lyrics

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