Papoose

Papoose - That Nigga Pap, Nigga Pap lyrics

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That Nigga Pap, Nigga Pap,Nigga Pap,Nigga Pap

That Nigga Pap, Nigga Pap, Papoose

Niggaz Know Me

Hottest Nigga On The Streets Hommie,P-A-P

The Bootleggers Tell Me, Aint Seen A Nigga This Hott Since 50

When These Labels Sign Me Ima Lock The Game Up,Me And Kay Sleezy

Im A Straight G, On Some B-K Shit, P-A-P

I Keep My Hammer Tucked

Picture Me Scared Of What?

A Skinny Nigga ,So I Alwayz Pull My Pants Up

(Them Niggaz Tear Shit Up)Who Me I Damn Jump

Them Niggaz Tear Shit Up,Hold Up Let Me Stand Up

Why You

You A Scared Fuck

They Hit Cha Man Up,Then You Better Man Up

You Aint Got No Damn Guts,You God Damn Punk

Stop Eight Ball Shaving, Getcha Grams Up

Did A Sweep On The Block, When They Ran Up

You Aint Even Give Us No Warning,You Got Us Jammed Up

Seen Em Pull Their Vans Up, You Such A Damn Chump

Instead Of Say Ya Man Down, Let Em Lock Ya Man's Up

Better Hand Cuff Me To Myself, I Dont Share Cuffs

If They Handcuff Me To Him, Ima Tear Him Up

See I Came From The Bottom, But I Clammed Up

So All My Gangstas Throw Ya Fucking Hands Up

I Respect The Dirty South, Yeah They Get It Crunk

But There Something I Dont Understand (What)

Why Would I Let A Man Jump , And Pop His Damn Trunk

When I Can Tear Him Up, Before He Even Stand Up

See You Scared To Take A Risk, But You Aint Tuff

Papoose Take More Risk Than Handcuffs

Niggaz Say They Looking For Me

They Wanna Blare Me Up

Looking Where, Im Over Here Like Dandruff

See See Them Niggaz Chased You Down

Said You Was Running To Get Your Rachet

You Never Came Back, You Ran Cause You A Faggot

U Like To Send Them Wolves At Niggas, You Give Em Rachets

U Might Even Cock The Gun, But You Never Clap It

Go Ahed Send Them Wolves At Me, Send Them Bastards

I Bet You I'll Smoke Everyone Of Them Little Bastards

Wolves Move Around In Packs, I Know Their Tactics

Hommie I Smoke A Pack A Day, I Gotta Have It

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 Attic With Me,I Open The Plastic

Let Them Test It On The Spot, I Dont Fuck With No Cabbage

I Cant Stand Middle Men,The Fuck Up Your Cabbage

He Tried To Get His Pc,So He Wants You To Have It

When I Go To Cop Grams, I Dont Come With Those Faggots

Im Like A Brand New House, I Come With A Attic

You Know That Nigga At The Dice Game Holding A Bank

Got Everybody Under Pressure Cause He Roll With A Eight

They Be Scared To Beat His Point And It Shows In His Face

Even When He Throw A Duece, They Be Hoping They Ace

But While You Raising Your Voice, Hommie Lower Your Base

Your Body Bluffin' Is A Total Discrace

Deep Down Inside You Dont Want No Parts Of Me

You Aint Got No Heart, If You Aint Talking About No Money, What Cha Tounge Gon' Talk

When I Run Up On You, That Gun Gon' Spark

You Like A Nigga Who Getting A Shape Up, You Dont Want No Parts

I Just Dip From The Narks, Cuz Im On The Grind

I Sent My Dimes Ten Dollars, Dont Bring Me Mine

I Aint Taking No Shorts When It Come To Mine

While All Ya Niggas Take More Shorts Than Boosters In The Summer Time

Niggaz Know Me

Hottest Nigga On The Streets Hommie,P-A-P

The Bootleggers Tell Me, Aint Seen A Nigga This Hott Since 50

When These Labels Sign Me Ima Lock The Game Up,Me And Kay Sleezy

Im A Straight G, On Some B-K Shit, P-A-P

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