Papeman - Broken Ankle (feat. Mir Baby)

Was tryna dance, damn near broke my ankle
Sace shoes heavy make you walk in a angle
Pent at the palm, palm trees, palm angels
God damn bitch, you on my nuts, get stable
Dawg callin' me gang, but that pistol under table
While you playin' with me, finna drop this payload
Hellfire missile, pop yo' ass like a Faygo
Amount been due, drop that fire, make his face go
Bitch tryna suck and breathe, smacked her on the nasal
I don't believe shit come out yo' mouth like a fable
Extremely groovy when I move, it's unstable
Mr. Too Smooth, I train a bitch, make her capable
If you ask me for some money, nigga, I'm unable
White neighbors hateful, wasn't gon' hack, now I'm enable
Bitch, I don't want no pussy, a baby came out, I'm disdainful
Baby claim that she bad, but she broke, that's not tasteful
Ayy, I keep a rod, but most my songs don't even have a hook
Like a stolen bike caught a opp lackin got his chain took
I got a hunnid in the wall, another hunnid in the stashbox
We got them bows and I seen more keys than a padlock
If you see me out, you can tell I'm ballin', boy, chemotherapy
I'm in Miami, hit the Webster, not that dictionary
You see my name, the money first, everything else secondary
I'm really rappin' for the pape, I don't need no popularity
Yo' clientele important, it feel good when you supported
B-22s got the tongue out, Michael Jordan
It's a sunny day, but I got drank, a thunderstorm, how I'm pouring
Hit trois, in the club clean with a dirty foreign
Yeah,
My chain like a faucet, startin' to think my phone tapped
I'm so out the way, you can't even find my crib on Google Maps
My lil' bro in a cycle, like he can't dribble, stuck up in a trap
I been turnt, dawg, between me and you, it's a huge gap
New balance on my feet, like my equilibrium off
Caught my lil' brother on X-videos, gettin' off
Quarterback sneak, if you want to, you gettin' caught
A piece of pussy got you niggas dyin', that is not boss
All the old niggas hate me, call em X-Men
I just hit a strike on top his head, Peter Weber
Her skin real smooth and soft, just like some virgin leather
Bitch went and got a fake ass, still don't feel better
Diamonds dancin' on my neck, like John Travolta
Superfly, yeah, I bought a yacht in Nova Scotia
Dawg like pink toes, fucked a cheerleader from Villanova
I had seen a star out there, space the new ocean
If you mix that pill with this potion, it'll give you motion
She whine on the dick and say, ting, boy got a foreign
Put her in her latest fashion, geeked up like Norbit
Too much ass, she got a full back, tough to tackle
Pourin' up a four in a Snapple, eroding my enamel
Tryin' to adapt to my situation, feel like Siakam
Granny used to spit tin cans, chewin' on tobacco
If my number get leaked one more time, swear to God, I'm suing Apple
I be out the way, tryna gain green, like the foot disease
Like a wedding picture, for these shoes, you gotta pay a couple for these
Dawg went to court for a burner, and I promise he can't shoot a three
I'm in a cat with dog in the trunk, if I see 12, you know I gotta flee, boy
Trackhawk spinnin', I'm hittin' the curb, I'm on 23rd
Like the DMV on the beat, me and Mir, we'll get to taking turns
Stephen King, I been it, can't believe I get paid for my words
How you see the yield sign, and still decide not to wait your turn

Written by:
Jamir Fisher, Trayvon Burl

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