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pablo - yrb papii lyrics

(verse 1)
[eeynjay]
eeynjay with the sh*ts, i’m the socket to the plug
in a big boss b*tch, doin big boss sh*t
throw a fit, you a hypocrite, i’m a misfit
papii wanna l!ck da split, told him he can have a brick
b*tch my attitude is bossy, i ain’t got to wait for sh*t
i can’t keep these b*tches off me, you would think i had a d*ck
got these b*tches lookin salty cause i’m jolly and i’m rich
middle finger to the haters, i ain’t worryin bout a b*tch
b*tch i’m rich and i’m unbothered
got that stick so you know you want no problems
check my wrist it’s time for the money hour
boss b*tch, you would think i had some super powers
flyin thru the city in a v6 got the bricks in the back
had your n*gga bend me over cause i like it from the back
b*tch you talkin all that sh*t on the internet it’s cap
when you see me in person just know i don’t rap b

(pre*chorus)
[eeynjay]
just know i don’t rap b
eeynjay in this sh*t, what’s up?
all about me moolah n*gga
get yours or die tryin’ , ya!
(chorus)
[yrb papii]
b*tch i be the plug like pablo (btttt)
got the money comin in el guapo (guapo)
beachside, summer house condo (condo)
and i still be eatin chicken from roscoes (roscoe)
clip sticked up with the hollows (boom boom)
i be playin with the 9 like i’m rondo (ftt ftt)
paint em on the wall like picasso (like picasso)
your b*tch call me young diablo (okay)

(verse 2 intro)
[yrb papii]
“bae, babe wake up and hand me my phone
why the f*ck is this dude calling me it’s so early
man what the f*ck god d*mn”

(verse 2)
[yrb papii]
what you want?
“ay homie this is rico” (rico)
“can i get a couple o’s bro i need those” (coca)
it’s 5am bro i’m really tryna sleep tho (ya ya)
but i guess so just pull up to the peep hole (pullin up)
you wanna be the plug boy, drivin rarri’s and sh*t? (skrrrt)
droppin tops, drivin fast and gettin head from a b*tch (lil b*tch)
spending hunnids every day, still havin plenty of chips (guala)
but your hating on me, cause i’m living like this? (god d*mn)
f*ckin hoes ain’t a d*mn thing changed (ain’t changed)
i’m still the same dude, i just got a couple chains (couple chains)
i need a bust down and i need a plain jane (plain jane)
for the love of the money, i got married to the game (to the game)
told my barber top me up, cause i need a skin fade (skin fade)
then i grab my double cup, now i’m pourin up an eighth
i be leanin when i walk, pockets heavy with the weight
they be lovin when i talk, man i see it in they face (on god)
(pre chorus 2)
[yrb papii]
boy this life and this sh*t ain’t cheap
ain’t no favours round here without a fee
you’ll be praying to the god on your knees
i ain’t lookin for you in about a week
i ain’t playin boy my family gotta eat
f*ck me over then you know i’m sendin heat
i don’t miss like i’m curry shootin deep
all these motherf*ckers know that i’m a g, b*tch!

(chorus)
[yrb papii]
b*tch i be the plug like pablo (btttt)
got the money comin in el guapo (guapo)
beachside summer house condo (condo)
and i still be eatin chicken from roscoe’s (roscoe)
clip sticked up with the hollows (boom boom)
i be playin with the 9 like i’m rondo (ftt ftt)
paint em on the wall like picasso (like picasso)
your b*tch call me young diablo (okay)
x2

- yrb papii lyrics

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