Papeman - Flawless (feat. TyDouble07)

In my own lane, they tryna copy me like a dispatcher
Got Tommy John, me and Tyrese was tryna see who could whip faster
My seats teriyaki, I'm trying Indian food wit my dawg, he claim he Akhi
You can't join my posse
A home run, the only time somebody robbed me
In a pent with ten bands on the floor My jeans cost yo rent, you got me bent
If you think my pockets filled with lint
Bond number 9, before the cologne everybody knew pape was God sent
Sex, money, lean, drugs, baby Ion got no love
Hoe should call me anakin, cause she know that I'm the one
Go too fast in SRT, damn near almost spilled my cup
Play with me, you D.I.E., nigga, you ain't one of us
I'm in the Burbs, your ears gon' pop the altitude, 3,000 feet
These Balencis, wanna see my shoe size, look down, they at the top of my feet
I'm serving fiends in Otter Creek
I paid two thou for this letterman jacket, I really punched it, you can say it's free
Whoever said money don't grow on trees, I wholeheartedly disagree
Shhhhhhh
I be on the block like Ben, 223 cut through the wind
Hoe she said she fuck with me, but I really want her friend
Bro real slime might kill his kin, hop out, shhh, I shoot to win
This hoe can't stop loving me, I break her heart, she done with me
SRT real fun to me, you broke as fuck, quit touching me
Lied right to my face and told the world you really trusted me
I be outside sipping lean, I'm too high, can't feel a thing
See my baby in my dream, I want it, so it's meant to be
I know that she'll sin for me, that's why I keep my bitch with me
Ski

Written by:
Trayvon Burl, Tyrese Williams

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