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Big Yavo - Pape (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
lamarcus johnson
lamarcus johnson
Songwriter
Yaven Mannie Mauldin
Yaven Mannie Mauldin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lemarcus J
Lemarcus J
Producer
Trigga
Trigga
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Beep
I gotta run up that munyun
[Chorus]
I'm having pape in my pocket, pape in my wallet
Pape on my goddman neck, shit
Feel like a ref', I'm rocking Gucci with my stripes
Hop out the car with a TEC
Hop out the car with that ya
Feel like a bear, I'm draped down in mink
My drip wet like a sink, Cubans bling
You better not reach for a link
You might hear fire 'fore you blink
Aye, you might hear "flrr" 'fore you move
Before you trip, you better tie your shoe
Grab you a float 'fore you jump in that pool (Pussy)
Aye, if you don't, you gon' sink
For the Drac', I'm Lebron
I'ma run to the paint
Yeah, that Drac' make 'em do it for Saint
Ya', what do you mean?
Make him dance till he can't
[Verse 1]
Drake still make a **** dance, Chris Breezy
Take too long to come outside and I'm leaving
Walk in the store, pick shit like I'm Reeves
Clerk told me like, "Boy, you make it look easy"
Spent 500, that's just on a beanie
Got women banging like a baby that's teething
Yo' **** wish he was me, need a genie
All of this shit off the head,I'm a genius
[Verse 2]
Having racks like tennis
Riding with a blick, think it's Venus
Championship ring on my pinky
Fire up the dope, that shit stinky
Shawty say she a good girl
But when she wit' me she get kinky
When she wit' me she get freaky
Ask her what she want to eat, she said, "Penis"
Man, these bitches just want what's in ya pants
I'm talking dick and bands
[Verse 3]
Aye, everyday you wake up gotta have you a plan
I'm tryna ball like Lance
Aye, I'm tryna ball, I ain't talking 'bout no chemo
My pockets filled with C notes
I'm 'bout my green more than Fiona
These little **** under me, I got my feet on them
Can't let a fuck **** breathe, got my foot on they neck
I done caught so many plays at the rec'
[Chorus]
I'm having pape in my pocket, pape in my wallet
Pape on my goddman neck, shit
Feel like a ref', I'm rocking Gucci with my stripes
Hop out the car with a TEC
Hop out the car with that ya
Feel like a bear, I'm draped down in mink
My drip wet like a sink, Cubans bling
You better not reach for a link
You might hear fire 'fore you blink
Aye, you might hear "flrr" 'fore you move
Before you trip, you better tie your shoe
Grab you a float 'fore you jump in that pool (Pussy)
Aye, if you don't, you gon' sink
For the Drac', I'm Lebron
I'ma run to the paint
Yeah, that Drac' make 'em do it for Saint
Ya', what do you mean?
Make him dance till he can't
[Verse 4]
Drop a deuce in the Wendy's and drank
It's a purp, but it's soda, a Check
When she gave me head
Use her shoulders and neck
I really hope **** don't think they a threat
Nah, for real, I hope **** don't think that they scare me
Only **** that scare me? It ain't one
These **** must can't bleed and take some
**** must think I walk 'round with BB guns
[Verse 5]
Boy, I was born ready, I'm ya Neson
I be forgetting, I be robbing, my dad a gangsta
I'll put down this switch, I can fight, I'll spank ya
Amiri my cleats, I'm sharp as a shanka
But we'll get on ya head like a taper
Free the bro down the road at Drapa
Serving that soda
Need a sponsor for Maple
I been thuggin' since "Leggo my eggo!"
Yeah, my vatos don't play 'bout these pesos
And that glizzy my dawg like Beethoven
I be with my glizzy like jefe
Got good dope, I'm locked in with the eses
Wanna ride with a boss, baby, hop in we uego
Mamasita, she thicker than queso
Call me papi and tell me I'm nuevo
Get in her back, make her sing like J. Lo
I'm the guy, **** lameos
[Chorus]
I'm having pape in my pocket, pape in my wallet
Pape on my goddman neck
Feel like a ref', I'm rocking Gucci with my stripes
Hop out the car with a TEC
Hop out the car with that ya
Feel like a bear, I'm draped down in mink
My drip wet like a sink, Cubans bling
You better not reach for a link
You might hear fire 'fore you blink
Aye, you might hear "flrr" 'fore you move
Before you trip, you better tie your shoe
Grab you a float 'fore you jump in that pool (Pussy)
Aye, if you don't, you gon' sink
For the Drac', I'm Lebron
I'ma run to the paint
Yeah, that Drac' make 'em do it for Saint
Ya', what do you mean?
Make him dance till he can't
Written by: Yaven Mauldin, lamarcus johnson
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