Papoose - That Nigga Pap, Nigga Pap(11 visits)

That nigga pap, nigga pap, nigga pap, nigga pap
That nigga pap, nigga pap, PAPOOSE

Niggas know me
Hottest nigga on the streets?
Homie P-A-P
The bootleggers tell me
Ain't seen a nigga this hot since 50
When these labels sign me I'ma lock the game up
Me and Kay Sleezy
I'm a straight G, on some BK shit
P-A-P

I keep my hammer tuck
Picture me scared of what
A skinny nigga, so I always pull my pants up
(Them niggas tear shit up)
Homie I dam jump
Them niggas tear shit up?
Hold on let me stand up
Why you pickin scrams up?
Yous a scared fuck
They hit your mans up, then you better man up
You ain't got no dam guts
You god dam punk
Stop 8' ball shavin, get you grams up
Did a sweep on the block, when they ran up
You ain't even give us no warning, you got us jamed up
Seen em' pull the vans up, you such a dam chump
Instead of sayin man down, let em' lock your mans up
Better handcuff me to myself, I don't share cuffs
If they handcuff me to him, I'ma tear him up
See I came from the bottom, but I climbed up
So all my gangsters throw ya fuckin hands up
I respect the dirty south, yea they get it crunk
But it something I don't understand
Why wold I let a man jump, and pop his dam trunk
When I could tear him up before he even stand up
See you scared to take a risk, but you playin tough
Papoose take more risk(wrist) then hand cuffs
Niggas say they lookin for me
They wanna blam me up
Lookin where I'm over here(hair) like dandruff
See them niggas chased you down
Said you was runnin to get your ratchet
You never came back, you ran cuz you a faggot
You like to send the wolves at niggas, and give em' ratchets
You might even cocked the gun, but you never clap it
Go on send them wolves at me, send em' bastards
I bet you I smoke every one of them lil bastards
Wolves move around in packs, I know their tactics
Homie I smoke a pack a day, I gotta habit
I never shoot with my bad hand, I gotta clap with
The hand I bag crack with
When I re-up I keep a drug addict with me
I open the plastic, let em' test it on the spot
I don't fuck with no garbage
I can't stand middle-men, they fuck up your cabbage
He tryna get his p.c, so he want you to have it
When I go to cop grams, I don't come with them faggots
I'm like a brand new house, I come with a attic (addict)
You know that nigga at the dice game, holdin the bank
Got everybody under pressure, cuz he rolls with a 8
They be scared to beat his point, and it shows in they face
Even when he throws a deuce, they be hopin they ace
But why you raisin your voice, homie lower your bass
Your body bluffin is a total disgrace
Deep down inside you don't want no part to me
You ain't got not heart
If you aint talkin about no money with your tongue, don't talk
When I run up on you, that gun gon' spark
You like a nigga who gettin a shape up, you don't want no parts
I just dip from the narcs, cuz I'm on the grind
I said my dimes 10 dollars, don't bring me 9
I ain't takin no shorts when it comes to mine
Why all yall niggas take more shorts then boosters in the summer time

Niggas know me
How this nigga on the streets?
Homie P-A-P
The bootleggers tell me
Ain't seen a nigga this hot since 50
When these labels sign me I'ma lock the game up
Me and Kay Sleezy
I'm a straight G, on some BK shit
P-A-P







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