P.A.P.I. (N.O.R.E.) - Hot Boy

I can put my gun down
Whoop ass with all hands
Niggas always talking money
Don't even got 5 bands
Greatness
Really got drums we small bands
Dick riding hatin niggas
Yeah that's yall klan
Karate chopping prices
Wooooooo Haaaaa
Jackie Chan
And yo bitch really want me
She know that i'm the man
No one wanted to lead
So fuck it, i took a stand
And we really needed bricks
So fuck it, we was praying
ARP
I really put a sling on that bitch
Fuck with me?
I'll let it ring out this bitch
Red bull
I can really give you wings out this bitch
Niggas out here feedin they kids
While they don't owe me money
Can't take these niggas serious
Ha like lifes funny
Bunny boys
Hop out board day, easter bunnies
Block boys
Post in the hood
The fiens coming
Pure fish
I can show you how to make a fien
Wanna talk? lets talk
Yeah i'm definitely about the cream
Shout out to the dope boys with the triple beams
3 bitches in my room that's a triple team
Baby i'ma rolex wearing
Diamond ring wearing
Straight kiss stealing
Wheeling & dealing
Big dawg baby i'll never play fair
I'ma big dawg baby papi rick flair
Fuck my BM, she can suck dick & die
One thing bout me
Bitch i'm down to break down a pie
Never friendly
Bitch ain't no need for trying
And let's be honest i'm really one of a kind
I'm a hot nigga
I'll pull that trigger fast
I'm a hot nigga
Baby I'm too quick to spazz
I'm a hot nigga
Baby I'm too quick to crash
I'm a hot nigga
Blowing up in the scag

Written by:
Brazuan Davis

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