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Viewing Lyrics for Hey Papi:
| | | Artist: | Jay-Z |
| | Album: | Nutty Professor 2 Soundtrack | | Track: | Hey Papi | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 4 | | | | Lyrics: | tmail.com
Yea... yea... yea...
Ayo
I got a resolution
This year im playin right
With six containing shit
You can stay the night
We
can go bowling.
It aint like before
Can't you see that im growing?
I was so
immature
I was and young having money
Having honeys coming to the crib
Thinking
they shit
And they couldn't get cab money from me
Some bad chicks didn't pass the
bridge
I was the one trump blast they says,
No room service;
Just snacks and
shit,
Work with those little Debbies,
And when you're done get ready,
With
chicks I was feeding the smash,
Let em lean on the cash,
Take em along trips,
Breakin em wit long dick,
There is no such thing as strong relationships,
But im off
that playa shit,
I need a chick that practice ti-chi
And still can buy weed,
And give me some good head,
Maker of mind niggers,
Hear me
Chorus
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow,
They understand the
dough,
My ladies goin:
(Hey papi)
Promise you never let me go
Promise
you never leave me,
Promise wit road they goin,
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't
understand the flow,
They still understand the dough,
My ladies goin,
(Hey
papi)
Promise you never let me go
Promise you never leave me,
Promise wit road
they saying
Verse 2
I was the worst,
I used to switch chicks
everyday,
Had niggas mad for real,
Like I wish you were gay,
Because they knew,
Sooner or later,
Hum was getting wit jay,
Just a matter of time,
She was
getting wit jay,
I have your chick gettin traffic,
Some were sippin on zay,
Spitting up another civic smoking up splits in the shade
She used to love ya,
But she
is felling different a day,
You used to smother her
Looking at your honey slippin
away,
Consulting wit hustlers,
Niggas that be giving her space,
She said, she
feel free when she around me
Im letting her do her and in turn she doing me
She's on
the phone wit her friends
Like "how cool is he??",
Chorus
Verse
3
I was nice to girls,
But that wasn't the Sean they felt,
They said
the coupe was alright,
But they didn't like the seat belt
I look tight,
They
told me loosen up.
Run a couple of lights,
Spank em,
Pull their hair,
Don't treat them so nice,
Left me give fumes,
I mess wit chicks,
For were best
with the fumes,
Nice guys Been a slash,
With a special set of rules,
And me,
I over did it,
Over shobanistic wit freedom,
So viscous,
Wit stroke,
Wit bum kissing,
But now,
Im trying to flow different,
Im trying to cool
it now,
Im trying plant a seed,
Start a new edition,
Im sick of chasing
chickens,
Sick of every other,
City we go,
Same old ho's.
Chorus
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