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titles - papi g_cce lyrics

(verse 1)
i’m hustle and flowin
it’s hot like i popped me the molly in the booth
you know it’s slow motion
the way that she shakin i show her da loot
n*ggas just now jumping off of da stoop i been off the porch
elementary extortion was the sport
spark me a doobie then smoke a newport
juggman taught me to flip for the two doors
you call it a cooptie i started in hoopties
you know y’all n*ggas ain’t never alley*oopin
you know that’s my n*gga he slid me a uzi
been goin stupid you callin it dumb
sellin jim carrey yo jaw goin numb
played wit the straps we carry a gun
yall n*ggas chit chat ya poppin ya gums
better be glad that i talk to deacons
that’s the only reason you ain’t bleeding
my music the sh*t better pop you some tums
you know that i eat the p*ssy like yum yum
she said put the percocet on her tongue
i take xanax my d*ck in her lungs
(alright come on plug me)
kickin sh*t like it’s rugby
you know that my brother pull up and he stuntin
ballnlikejordan made the beat he muggin
know that we walked in the club we straight ruggish
bad to the bone yo b*tch tryin bone
cuz she seen i had them stacy adams on
red bottom toes all in my zone
boosie badazz wipe me down i’m on
sip on the crown cuz i’m living royal
can’t cuff a b*tch cuz they never loyal
(chorus)
now why did you try us
me and ballnlikejordan living trifling
now that we up, yes we wantin the title
y’all n*ggas can’t stop us, we got us a rifile
locked and loaded, and we wantin the title
kickin down doors cuz we wanting the title
don’t play around cuz we came for the title
smell what i’m cookin, i flex wit a title
i wanted a title, i got me a title got me a title

(dialogue intermission)
man free my brother gwop
free gordo, free larnell
free my cuz brayon
man your already know, just let uncle wild hog home
papig cce 7810 la famil sh*t, 61532718
better check yo paperwork homie
i ride for my fam best believe that
any n*gga from cashville, all the way out to gwinnett, all the way to atlanta n*gga
i don’t give a d*mn n*gga
you can be all the way in another country try my ass if you want
i promise you gone get dropped
sh*t the beat just came back
then i might as well spit me some more sh*t
(verse 2)
be wit some crips i ain’t lokin
billy blood leave yo ass soaking
free my brother it’s important
diamonds splashing like lamelo from h*rnets
p*ss on the wrist got yo b*tch feelin h*rny
early in the morning just like it’s folgers stirring my coffee
trying fight for a b*tch put you in a coffin

(dialogue intermission 2)
h*ll yea if this n*gga tryin step to me over his b*tch
i ain’t wit that swinging sh*t n*gga i’ll drop em straight dead

(bridge)
and the beat still goin
me and jordan sound like gucci zaytoven
we pour on the potion we smokin the potent
when it come to the tile yea we own it

(chorus)
now why did you try us
me and ballnlikejordan living trifling
now that we up yes we wantin the title
y’all n*ggas can’t stop us we got us a rifile
locked and loaded and we wantin the title
kickin down doors cuz we wanting the title
don’t play around cuz we came for the title
smell what i’m cookin i flex wit a title
i wanted a title, i got me a title
(outro)
got me a title
yea i got me a title
we done got us a title
all we want is the title
we done came for the title
wanted the title
got me the title

- papi g_cce lyrics

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