Papi Chulo

Lyrics

Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas
 Go Grizz
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 Kio, Kio
 Uh, met this pretty ting, nice to meet you, mucho gusto
 Sweeter than a churro, she call me Papi Chulo
 Yeah, I'm single, baby girl, but how 'bout you though?
 Tryna make you my number one, tryna make you my numero uno
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
 Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
 Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
 Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
 She's sexy
 I'm in love with her brain, man, she's stuck on my mind
 She only speaks when she has an epiphany
 Kind of girl you wanna fuck all the time
 Ride me like I'm Ginuwine
 I suck on her nipples, she's suckin' on mine
 She told me "Hit it from behind"
 I stroke it, I pull out, I cum on her spine
 Uh, I think that I found me a keeper, por favor mamacita
 Let's do it like Mickey and Mallory, get you some ice to go with your tequila
 I just bought a Rolex, broke it in half 'cause this one's a creeper
 We sippin' liquor by the litre, pussy so good it put me in a sleeper
 When I look left in the morning, there's a bitch who's tryna stay (who are you?)
 Did we smash or not? Man, I don't recognise her face (who are you?)
 I don't need your talkin' or your weed you're tryna blaze (no)
 Me and Skep linked up, and now we're dancin' in the rave (ooh)
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
 Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
 Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
 Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
 Came out of the car, and your bitch, she said, "Hola"
 I'm smoking cigars and I'm drinking Coronas
 And I met this bitch who was dressed up in Rosa
 I tell her, "Come here, girl you're very hermosa"
 Tengo dinero, forget your man
 Come outside, step, man, and look at my dance
 Some tequila, man, I'm droppin' my bands
 Take the weed off me, man, I'm droppin' my bands
 That bitch is way too fire (whoa)
 Where the hell did I find her? (Mmm)
 Man, it's hard to describe her (yeah)
 Other bitches don't like her (whoa)
 It's 'cause she's gettin' all designer (yeah)
 Mm, it's a minor (woah)
 Your other man, he's tired (yeah)
 Fuck him and then climb up, dancing
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet (you got me dancing)
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
 Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet (money dancing)
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
 Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet (you got me dancing)
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:41
Key
6
Tempo
128 BPM

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