Papoose - Fitted Hat Low lyrics

rate me

I got the Armani's, got the Versace joints

My fitted cap low , let me put my hater blockers on

Papoose Pa-poose

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)

Why you all up in my space (My space)

I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)

I wear a mean dark pair of shades

And you can't see my eyes unless my head bent

It's about to be a cold winter, I'm on some s***

Show you how to rob the industry like 50 cent

Hopped on the airplane, hit Miami quick

Linked up with Scott Storch, so you know it's a hit

Everybody lookin for me like where Pap went?

Going going going gone, I'm outta here b****

Look at shorty over there, she thick like quick

But she got her breasts done, she thinks she slick

Yeah, all the girls with the real hair

Yeah, the real chest and the ill rear

Even if it ain't real, I ain't hating on it

Uh! It's still yours cause you paid for it

Get your weight up not your hate up and see me after you got it up

I'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin ya

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)

Why you all up in my space (My space)

I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)

My groove, come get into my groove

Walk through the industry doing what I choose

My chain hit your girl in the face, she 'gon bruise

So when I'm on top, I take off my jewels

Four hundred songs, what more can I prove

Versatile, I'm hardcore, but I'm smooth

Cop new hammers and give them to my goons

None of y'all crews don't want it with my dudes

The throwback Mike's, black and gray pair

Not those, the suede pair

Had that '07 leather in '06

I switch it up every year

Since it's 07, I'm copping my '08 gear

They don't face fight, when I pull out the thirty eight here

Make the doctor press down on your chest and say CLEAR!

Sucker punched you fast and say they ain't care

They can't swing on me, I weave like fake hair

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)

Why you all up in my space (My space)

I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)

Count my money once, I count my money twice

Then I count it again to make sure it's right

I keep my guns dirty, and my jewelry plain

Cause fly b****es love gangstas, nah mean!?

I know y'all shades is fake, but not these y'all

Armani, Vioni, Versace, her body like Halle

She probably think she got me, but not me

Ma please I bet you I can make her feel like a virgin

I bet you I can make her scream like a virgin

And her p****smells good, I said it

Cause she a clean version) like a radio edit

But it's all about the clothes, the homes, the hot cars

Looking through my shades, it's easy to spot ya

Rock ya to sleep, then drop y'all

Seen alot of stars get rocked, that's why I call them rockstars

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)

I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)

Why you all up in my space (My space)

I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)