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[Bridge]
Whole crew came to ball in this bitch
Couple Models getting throwed in this bitch
B C got me zonin’ and shit
Truth is you ain’t fucking wit my clique
[Verse 1]
Some call me Papi, Don or Papito
Inhaling O G, pissing out Pinot
Ya’ll know my stilo, bottles of grigio
Truth is i dont but group thinks a bitch though
All black with that strap back
All black if that strap clap
Trust me if you know them
Ya’ll boys dont want that
Ya’ll boys ain’t bout that
Ya’ll bush like outback
You dont know, you should know
TO i run that
I run rap, fuck ya’ll
Don Pop, got no flaws
Ya’ll bars like dead zones
Ya’ll making my tip soft
Don make that shit knock
Like Knock, Knock, no joke
Im feeling on bad hoes, and wildin’ wit my blokes
Girls bang like four five, Pop bang like four four
No dreams of nine five, Go hard since nine four
Go hard till i die, Like two dice, no tie
Straight Wins, ya’ll lose like these hoes, oh my
[Bridge]
Whole crew came to ball in this bitch
Couple models getting throwed in this bitch
B C got me zonin’ and shit
Truth is you ain’t fucking wit my clique
[Chorus]
Go, Go, Go, bottles
Go, Go, Go, bottles
Go, Go, Go, bottles
Go bottles, Go Pop Em x3











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