Ugh, yeah, ugh, yeah, what
Real Papi sh#t, you heard?
That, yeah
That, that sing along, you feel me
That feel good, yeah
I took a sip of the liquor, she askin’ me, “What’s that?”
She wanna leave with a n#gg#, but she don’t need no man
“I can buy you whatever,” she like, “I love yo’ style”
“How many women you hit?” And I’m like, “You know my style”
I got the charm with the slick tongue, good enough to pick one
Point ’em out, this one [Shorty lookin’ bad
Got the shoes with bag and the brand be [Celine
Keep it quiet in the cab, in the bedroom [Spring
My cologne Tom Ford, for a bottle, six hunnid
Likе my girl real thick, she embarrassеd of her tummy
Like, work it out, let me work it out, #ss off
Wait a minute, turn the lights off, ugh
Got you [You say that sh#t that every
Got you, when I’m comin’ around
When I’m rollin’ in town
You better see it by now, girl
Got you [Boy, you crazy, stop actin’ like you know me
Got you, in the palm of my hands
I want you part of my plans
Before you hurt somebody, ow
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