Papi Flaco - Big Guap

(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
(Oh, Oh, Oh)
All I want is big guap, big bands money in my hand
I get so damn high I don’t even wanna land
Shorty tell me she a fan she wan fuck me for a bag
Got a bitch so bad no more bitches on my head (Yea)
Bad bitches all on my phone (Oh, woah woah)
That bitch won’t leave me alone
All she wanna do is get stoned
Yea I got plenty I can roll but ain’t finna let you smoke
None of these girls compare to mine, I got the cheese like lasagna
My little bitch don’t need designer, she be reminding me of my mama
Spittin too fast it get hot like a sauna, moving too fast I don’t fuck with the drama
Loving the money I want all the commas, fuck up the game I don’t need a condom
Big racks that’s big facts, I got big gas in my backpack
Get that bitch back I don’t want that
She a stank hoe, that’s a nat-nat
All I want is big guap, big bands money in my hand
I get so damn high I don’t even wanna land
Shorty tell me she a fan she wan fuck me for a bag
Got a bitch so bad no more bitches on my head
Bad bitches all on my phone
That bitch won’t leave me alone
All she wanna do is get stoned
Yea I got plenty I can roll but ain’t finna let you smoke
I stay low, move in slow mo
Money imma blow, up at SoHo
That shit that you got on (Haha)
I can tell that you got no hoes
I got CDG on my feet, supreme the tee
I don’t rock no Louis V you can’t get as fly as me
Ain’t nothing come for free, gotta pay the fee
I stay so fresh so clean and I like my paper neat
(Yea I like my paper neat)
(Ain’t no need to hate on me)
(Rock supreme and CDG)

Written by:
Papi Flaco

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