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lirik lagu folk it then – papa spz

(intro)
told you i’d be back
took my time but, i know

(verse)
pick your poison i’ma k!ll you with it
death by words, ain’t no choice in it
i start slow but a goal*getter
knock you in a line, i’m mayweather
down here busting 9 to 5 when you’re napping
you out there pointing fingers spitting jacksh*t
i promise you today that you might end up laughing
could say anything you want and nothing happens

i’m in my own zone
finna hustlin’ in my crib b*tch
sweat, blood, and tears
so i could sport them vv’s b*tch
spend every buck here
one day gonna be the rich b*tch
i’ll get you a pole to dance on
it’s a synonym for my d*ck b*tch

that scarf or a neck brace
don’t make you any cooler
been broke since i’ve seen you
dial it, hit up my jeweler
you need a microscope to measure it
now pass me my ruler
just go and quit music son
weren’t you driving an uber or something
n0body listened
i’m back, i’m going to take some heads off

(verse)
thought i heard an earthquake, was you singin’?
sip some dettol for that throat, probably get better
thought your b*tch was real loyal, why she ringing?
deep throat and she moans, that sh*t sound better

flexing out like you built this here
no, he didn’t
how much did he pitch in again though?
not a penny
but you sure as h*ll run around like you done it all
f*ckin’ faker, lil’ b*tch, he really does cap a lot

hand an oscar to this dude
he a real good actor
i got bands for this shoot
check my lines they matter
she your girl? that b*tch crazy
keeps on spreading it wider
you should’ve learned from me dawg
call me “papa the master”

grab b*tches off the street and ask for it
i ride your hoes how you ride that domi sh*t
these drums hit your ear like the shots will
and your schl*ng in the room ain’t a c*ckpit
lil b*tch
(verse)
askin about like a weekend ago
don’t fear for sh*t, i’ma keepin’ it goin’
don’t f*ck with my business, it’s deep in your nose
don’t beat it too hard, you’re the sheep, i’m the ‘goat’
ain’t f*ck with the mans, the b*tch been lyin’
the liars that get it done put up a show
can you believe how this b*tch still naggin’
and the fact that he’s useless is probably shown

ain’t long fore’ i’m done wipin’ his nose
papa still smoke it as long as i’m froze
my cussin’ ain’t stoppin’ i’m highly opposed
he tries hard but i still got him exposed
me a macintosh while you still stuck on the dos
quit dozin’ i’ll wake you up with the elbow
while i f*ck with the ‘c’ as the revenue flows

dont understand a word that i just spit
i’ll go slow and make it real impressive
so your pea brain can probably cope with this
i’ll lay your buddy down slow as you witness

i got a hooker at the door, she your missus
and got a fetish for my toes, she’ll l!ck it
her parmesan in calzones, how i like it
chesse drippin’ on my face, disgustin’
get off!
(outro)
wait up, wait up i got something to say
listen up
if anybody tries to sh*t on your dream and say
bro, you can’t do that, you can’t do this bro
you’re not good enough
all you have to do
is shove a d*** in their mouth

- papa spz

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