Camoflaw - PAPA BLESS (feat. Fn Laurent)

Papa Bless
Bless my mama and my papa
Need no checks
Need no checkup, innocent
Fuck the stress
That shit way too complicated
Papa Bless, Yuh
Papa Bless, Ay
Papa Bless
Bless my mama and my papa
Need no checks
Need no ice upon my wrist
I flipped the switch
Cause I'm a sicko, like I'm Travis
Papa Bless, Yuh
Papa Bless, Ay
Took a penny just to make it
On the same page, imma flip it
All these labels take the profit
I don't need them just to rocket
I can do this shit by myself
You can go I will say farewell
I’ll get dressed up in my dresser
Then go out to be a rebel
Yuh, I'm rebellious
You get really jealous bitch
Ice up on my necklace
cause I'm Young & Reckless
I don't get salty, not a bit
Never make it? Check the stats
2+2 that's simple math
Like the way my paper stacks
Kick it back like Kung Fu but my name is not Cordae
I’m not like those people that give fuck bout whatchu say
Trippin, when you thinking disrespect is a way
Just to say you tough, but yo shit don't add up
You a big bitch, with a big lisp, and I'm saying shit that's facts
Got a Lil wrist for a big watch and that shit cost a couple racks
I don't finish, with a million or commas in my account
Keep on grinding, for a billion but that shit is not my allowance
I don't work for you like anyone else, I'm going solo, facts
Say I bot my followers and likes, but you control my stats
All my lyrics authentic, I don't do holograms
I won't marry thotties, but I got a little lamb
Papa Bless
Bless my mama and my papa
Need no checks
Need no checkup, innocent
Fuck the stress
That shit way too complicated
Papa Bless, Yuh
Papa Bless, Ay
Papa Bless
Bless my mama and my papa
Need no checks
Need no ice upon my wrist
I flipped the switch
Cause I'm a sicko, like I'm Travis
Papa Bless, Yuh
Papa Bless, Ay
Papa Bless, ay
My bitch in Rubies but my wrist is in baguettes, ay
Smoking Tooka, put some hair up on your chest, ay
He bench 300 just to get it with the tech, ay
Papa Bless, Papa Bless, Papa Bless, ay
That bitch be on it, I don’t tell her to undress, ay
Givenchy duffle, niggas know who not to test, ay
I popped a perc at home and woke up in a jet, ay
Papa Bless, Papa Bless, Papa Bless, ay
I chase the bag like Hide N’ Seek, I’m finna catch, ay
I’m money hungry, take my ass to Budapest, ay
I want yo ass, don't give a fuck about your breast, ay
Papa Bless, Papa Bless, Papa Bless, ay
I tell my bitch that I don't care about my ex, ay
Lying like a bitch I hate it when she stressed, ay
She gave me head, I gave her ass a Gucci set, ay
Papa Bless, Papa Bless, Papa Bless, ay
Papa Bless, Papa Bless, Papa Bless
Papa Bless, Papa Bless, Papa Bless
Papa Bless, Papa Bless, Papa Bless
Papa Bless, Papa Bless
Papa Bless
Bless my mama and my papa
Need no checks
Need no checkup, innocent
Fuck the stress
That shit way too complicated
Papa Bless, Yuh
Papa Bless, Ay
Papa Bless
Bless my mama and my papa
Need no checks
Need no ice upon my wrist
I flipped the switch
Cause I'm a sicko, like I'm Travis
Papa Bless, Yuh
Papa Bless, Ay

Written by:
Daryl Tate, Phillip Kravtsov

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