Lyrics to Bout My Pape
Spent a whole lot of money up on these chains, I'm dyin' about these diamonds
Only come around when you need somethin', came back at perfect timin'
For you, but not for me though, I see that fake shit through the peephole
I cannot give you my all sometimes, my love just be denied
I'm a thug, bitch, I ain't cryin', pass me the drugs, bitch, I'm up like eight
I got a whole lot of shit on my plate right now, I'm hurt, but it's okay
Need to run that za for the shit I ate, kill the whole damn block about my pape
Bro in that can right now, when he make a bond, he back out slingin' Dracs
Four-fifty on lean, got expensive taste
Hit the bitch of my dreams just yesterday
I could tell you the truth, you would think I'm lyin'
Pullin' up in the Cougar in Saint Laurent
Oh, I love bad bitches
Bun down, gun down, run down with them switches
Where I'm from, this shit get treacherous
Got a whole lot of hoes I'm pimpin'
Fell in love with all these drugs, can't give my heart, you trippin'
All I ask is just to pray for me, lately been in my feelings
Ain't no bitch that I can't fuck, I'm tryna shake somethin' down on the jet
Three or four killers when I'm outside, I put a few killers inside the 'Vette
I know a few niggas that just gon' ride, don't need no bag, still break that check
Don't got no time for all your lies, just shake your ass and throw that neck
Mama, I'm that man, for real
I done made it out that field, but still'll get up in that field
Spent a lot of money on these clothes and I'ma wear 'em once
I told bro keep fuckin' around with these bop hoes, he gon' catch somethin'
Spent a whole lot of money up on these chains, I'm dyin' about these diamonds
Only come around when you need somethin', came back at perfect timin'
For you, but not for me though, I see that fake shit through the peephole
I cannot give you my all sometimes, my love just be denied
I'm a thug, bitch, I ain't cryin', pass me the drugs, bitch, I'm up like eight
I got a whole lot of shit on my plate right now, I'm hurt, but it's okay
Need to run that za for the shit I ate, kill the whole damn block about my pape
Bro in that can right now, when he make a bond, he back out slingin' Dracs (Back out slingin' Dracs)
Back out slingin' Dracs
Kill the whole damn block about my pape
I love bad bitches
Only come around when you need somethin', came back at perfect timin'
For you, but not for me though, I see that fake shit through the peephole
I cannot give you my all sometimes, my love just be denied
I'm a thug, bitch, I ain't cryin', pass me the drugs, bitch, I'm up like eight
I got a whole lot of shit on my plate right now, I'm hurt, but it's okay
Need to run that za for the shit I ate, kill the whole damn block about my pape
Bro in that can right now, when he make a bond, he back out slingin' Dracs
Four-fifty on lean, got expensive taste
Hit the bitch of my dreams just yesterday
I could tell you the truth, you would think I'm lyin'
Pullin' up in the Cougar in Saint Laurent
Oh, I love bad bitches
Bun down, gun down, run down with them switches
Where I'm from, this shit get treacherous
Got a whole lot of hoes I'm pimpin'
Fell in love with all these drugs, can't give my heart, you trippin'
All I ask is just to pray for me, lately been in my feelings
Ain't no bitch that I can't fuck, I'm tryna shake somethin' down on the jet
Three or four killers when I'm outside, I put a few killers inside the 'Vette
I know a few niggas that just gon' ride, don't need no bag, still break that check
Don't got no time for all your lies, just shake your ass and throw that neck
Mama, I'm that man, for real
I done made it out that field, but still'll get up in that field
Spent a lot of money on these clothes and I'ma wear 'em once
I told bro keep fuckin' around with these bop hoes, he gon' catch somethin'
Spent a whole lot of money up on these chains, I'm dyin' about these diamonds
Only come around when you need somethin', came back at perfect timin'
For you, but not for me though, I see that fake shit through the peephole
I cannot give you my all sometimes, my love just be denied
I'm a thug, bitch, I ain't cryin', pass me the drugs, bitch, I'm up like eight
I got a whole lot of shit on my plate right now, I'm hurt, but it's okay
Need to run that za for the shit I ate, kill the whole damn block about my pape
Bro in that can right now, when he make a bond, he back out slingin' Dracs (Back out slingin' Dracs)
Back out slingin' Dracs
Kill the whole damn block about my pape
I love bad bitches
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