Hola Papi

Look, my blade sharpens, when hated, shaded in darkness
Rather stab Cupid, cut out the lights and leave him heart less
He engulfed in darkness
Took his light & left him harp less
Ain't no way in hell love can gain conscious
I'm a narcissist, in other words as an artist
Always remain the smartest and always work the hardest
Ultraviolet for the counterfeit
Count every ounce of it
Realized I'm authentic, that's why she probably announcing this

She said Hola Papi
Why don't you come talk to mami?
Normally I don't fuck for free but why don't you come here and try me?
I replied que lo que mami
I definitely don't do chapis but if did? You would only leave me sloppy
Snapple facts, you couldn't top me
She tight, she thinks I'm cocky probably
It's November, I'm just thankful everything is gravy
She's like dub, judging from your cut you think you wavy
I mean yeah I know these waves wetter than the navy but i'm just saying b

Gangster shit, baby you ain't fucking with me
Because I'm from the streets and we be Mobbing Deep like fleets
Producing for the block and i ain't talking no beats
Now that I mentioned my feats suddenly you got the heats
And I don't got to be from Memphis
Just to know that you're Bleek
My pockets you seek
You smell the money I reek?
Treat life like a farm
What you sow is what you reap
And I really got to eat
So shawty you got to leave
Bye

Hands in the air, this for my getting money players
Life is like a game, when it comes to getting paper
And if you doing BIG? Stick to it like a stapler
Never show 'em your card, it's game over
See you later ah



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Writer(s): Avyon Quick
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