Wardrobe

I see dey blowing up your phone
We out buying a new wardrobe
She patient I got a short rope
Oh, lord know
Lord know

Tossing your phone and den grabbing your throat
After we fuck don't ask I'm already packing da bowl
When I look her in da eyes I can tell if she gassing or no
I say it and den I do it don't fuck wit dat back in forth
Baddie got ass of course
Got bounce dat booty basketball
Papi poppin off after all
Fuck yea gimme dat adderall
Patty Cake how I stack da dough
Da ops throw like a catapult
Dey capping just like capital
I'm pulling up wit packs of dope
I'm steady staying bagging hoes
Yuh I luh me some nasty dome
You must pay to see Papi stroke
Dick her down on da patio
I'm a nut like pistachios

I see dey blowing up your phone
We out buying a new wardrobe
She patient I got a short rope
Oh, lord know
Lord know

I'm busting off my nut n I don't use no condom
Pussy drugs n money yuh I've done a lot of
Jiggle jiggly yuh dat ass a softie
I'm sucking on dem titties n yo daddy bought em
You appreciate da finer things when come from da bottom
My neighbors wondering what's going down inside my casa
Said fuck my old job boutta pop off n dat's on my mama
Tell everybody cool da fuck out yuh I fucking got dis
My tracks like my dick dey just suddenly start rising
I'm boutta fuck up da game now dat I be all inside her
Play my shit n there's a chance dat you gon cause a riot
I felt da pressure n all it did was just carve a diamond
People saying dat Jo Papi da voice of da decade
N if I front da bag dey gonna get me back da next day
My whole life did a 180 now I got on my head straight
I'm looking out for all my dawgs n making sure dey get paid

I see dey blowing up your phone
We out buying a new wardrobe
She patient I got a short rope
Oh, lord know
Lord know



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Writer(s): James Bucek
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