Papi Chulo

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    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

    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
    Kinda 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

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    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're 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 bitch she said hola
    I'm smoking cigars and I'm drinking corona's
    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
    Soft tequila, man, I'm dropping my bands
    Take the weed off me, man, I'm dropping my bands
    That bitch she way too fire, where the hell did I find her?
    Mmm, man, it's hard to describe her, other bitches don't like her
    It's 'cause she's getting all designer (yeah), mmm it's a minor
    Your other man he's tired (yeah), fuck him and then climb up

    Dancing
    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
    It got me dancing

    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
    Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
    The money's dancing
    Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
    Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
    You got me dancing
    Sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet

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