Papi Chulo (feat. Skepta)

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    (Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas)
    (Go Grizz)
    (Kio, Kio)

    Uh, met this pretty ting, nice to meet you, mucho gusto
    Sweeter than a churro, she call me Papi Chulo
    Yeah, I'm single, baby girl, but how 'bout you though?
    Tryna make you my number one
    Tryna make you my numero uno

    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
    Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
    Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
    Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

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    She's sexy
    I'm in love with her brain, man, she's stuck on my mind
    She only speaks when she has an epiphany, kind of girl you wanna fuck all the time
    Ride me like I'm Ginuwine
    I'll suck on her nipples, she's suckin' on mine
    She told me hit it from behind, I stroke it, I pull out, I cum on her spine
    Uh, I think that I found me a keeper, por favor mamacita
    Let's do it like Mickey and Mallory, get you some ice to go with your tequila
    I just bought a Rolex, broke it in half 'cause this one's a creeper
    We sipping liquor by the litre, pussy so good it put me in a sleeper

    When I look left in the morning there's a bitch who's tryna stay (Who are you?)
    Did we smash or not? Man, I don't recognize her face (Who are you?)
    I don't need your talking or your weed you're tryna blaze (No)
    Me and Skep linked up and now we're dancing in the rave (Ahwoo)

    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
    Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
    Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
    Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

    Came out of the car and your bitches said: Hola
    I'm smoking cigars and I'm drinking Coronas and I met this bitch who was dressed up in Rosa, I tell her come here, girl you're very hermosa
    Tengo dinero, forget your mind
    Come outside, step man and look at my dimes
    Some tequila man I'm dropping my bands, take the weed off me man, I'm dropping my bands
    Got bitches way too fire, where the hell did I find her?
    I just had to describe her, other bitches don't like her
    It's because she's getting all designer, yeah, mm, it's a minor
    Your other man, he's tired, fuck him and then climb up

    Dancing
    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
    You got me dancing
    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
    Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
    Money's dancing
    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
    Sweet, sweet, you got me dancing, sweet-sweet
    Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

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