Papoose - That n***a Pap, n***a Pap lyrics

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Papoose - That n***a Pap, n***a Pap lyrics

That n***a Pap, n***a Pap,n***a Pap,n***a Pap That n***a Pap, n***a Pap, Papoose n***as Know Me Hottest n***a On The Streets Hommie,P-A-P The Bootleggers Tell Me, Ain't Seen A n***a This Hott Since 50 When These Labels Sign Me Ima Lock The Game Up,Me And Kay Sleezy Im A Straight G, On Some B-K sh**, P-A-P I Keep My Hammer Tucked Picture Me Scared Of What? A Skinny n***a ,So I Alwayz Pull My Pants Up (Them n***as Tear sh** Up)Who Me I Damn Jump Them n***as Tear sh** Up,Hold Up Let Me Stand Up Why You [?] You A Scared f** They Hit Cha Man Up,Then You Better Man Up You Ain't Got No Damn Guts,You God Damn Punk Stop Eight Ball Shaving, Getcha Grams Up Did A Sweep On The Block, When They Ran Up You Ain't Even Give Us No Warning,You Got Us Jammed Up Seen Em Pull Their Vans Up, You Such A Damn Chump Instead Of Say Ya Man Down, Let Em Lock Ya Man's Up Better Hand Cuff Me To Myself, I Dont Share Cuffs If They Handcuff Me To Him, Ima Tear Him Up See I Came From The Bottom, But I Clammed Up So All My Gangstas Throw Ya f**ing Hands Up I Respect The Dirty South, Yeah They Get It Crunk But There Something I Dont Understand (What) Why Would I Let A Man Jump , And Pop His Damn Trunk When I Can Tear Him Up, Before He Even Stand Up See You Scared To Take A Risk, But You Ain't Tuff Papoose Take More Risk Than Handcuffs n***as Say They Looking For Me They Wanna Blare Me Up Looking Where, Im Over Here Like Dandruff See See Them n***as Chased You Down Said You Was Running To Get Your Rachet You Never Came Back, You Ran Cause You A f*ggot U Like To Send Them Wolves At n***as, You Give Em Rachets U Might Even co*k The Gun, But You Never Clap It Go Ahed Send Them Wolves At Me, Send Them ba*tards I Bet You I'll Smoke Everyone Of Them Little ba*tards Wolves Move Around In Packs, I Know Their Tactics Hommie I Smoke A Pack A Day, I Gotta Have It I Never Shoot With My Bad Hand, I Gotta Clap With The Hand I Bag Crack With When I Re-Up, I Keep A Drug Attic With Me,I Open The Plastic Let Them Test It On The Spot, I Dont f** With No Cabbage I Can't Stand Middle Men,The f** Up Your Cabbage He Tried To Get His Pc,So He Wants You To Have It When I Go To Cop Grams, I Dont Come With Those f*ggots Im Like A Brand New House, I Come With A Attic You Know That n***a At The Dice Game Holding A Bank Got Everybody Under Pressure Cause He Roll With A Eight They Be Scared To Beat His Point And It Shows In His Face Even When He Throw A Duece, They Be Hoping They Ace But While You Raising Your Voice, Hommie Lower Your Base Your Body Bluffin' Is A Total Discrace Deep Down Inside You Dont Want No Parts Of Me You Ain't Got No Heart, If You Ain't Talking About No Money, What Cha Tounge Gon' Talk When I Run Up On You, That Gun Gon' Spark You Like A n***a Who Getting A Shape Up, You Dont Want No Parts I Just Dip From The Narks, Cuz Im On The Grind I Sent My Dimes Ten Dollars, Dont Bring Me Mine I Ain't Taking No Shorts When It Come To Mine While All Ya n***as Take More Shorts Than Boosters In The Summer Time n***as Know Me Hottest n***a On The Streets Hommie,P-A-P The Bootleggers Tell Me, Ain't Seen A n***a This Hott Since 50 When These Labels Sign Me Ima Lock The Game Up,Me And Kay Sleezy Im A Straight G, On Some B-K sh**, P-A-P

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