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LYRICFLUENTUptown Vibes Lyrics by Meek Mill Meek Mill , Fabolous, Anuel AA
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Papamitrou Boi
Spanish bitch, from uptown
I bought her a bust down
Ven aquí, dame chocha to my Spanish loca
In the kitchen, whippin' that dope up, you can smell the odor
Prob gon' pitch it, we gon' hit it like we Sammy Sosa
Put that Bentley to the limit, you can smell her odor
Hoe! Spanish bitches call me 'Chulo'
When I'm pullin' up in that two door
Diamonds different color, UNO
All these hunnids on me, mami, make my pockets look like sumo
I got money out the ass, I finger pop you in your culo
When I hit you with that, you know
You know, smoke a little hookah
Kick it like it's Judo
Let you hit the OG
Sip some 42 tho'
And when we get in mood, I'ma dog it like I'm Cujo, whoa
Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentley 'bout, whoa
Pipe down, throwin' up shots
First we shut them down, then we open up shop
Realest nigga 'round, just in case y'all forgot
They been tryna stop the wave but the wave don't stop
Uptown, nigga
I was down, but they see, I'm up now, nigga
Head high 'cause I'm holdin' up my crown, nigga
Never told even through the ups and downs, nigga
And if I D'usse, it's a cup of brown, nigga
Only way I double cross is
I just keep spinning, only to make 'em nauseous
Dámelo, mami, like salsa, we could dip
I'm just tryna see you dance, salsa on a dick, whoa
It went down, she came up, you know
Y'all take shots, y'all aim up, you know
Hate on low, but we fly high, you know
Talk is cheap, free WiFi, whoa
Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentley 'bout, whoa
Pipe down, throwin' up shots
First we shut them down, then we open up shop
Realest nigga 'round, just in case y'all forgot
They been tryna stop the wave but the wave don't stop
Vos a estar al volante y al lado está el cantante
Que tiene guerra con los narcotraficantes
Hijo De puta, tengo cuatro rutas
Y los vendo a treinta y dos como Karl Malone en Utah
Louboutin, Dolce y Versace
Vos a morirme millonario, los Illuminati
La glock' y las putas en el bote
Y las nalgas como Jennifer Lopez, brrr
Y ella rebota ese culote
Y yo le mamo ese totito para que no me bote
Yo tengo diez dracotes
Y tenemos trece R y mil soldados para to' estos bichotes
Brrr
Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentley 'bout, whoa
Pipe down, throwin' up shots
First we shut them down, then we open up shop
Realest nigga 'round, just in case y'all forgot
They been tryna stop the wave but the wave don't stop, whoa!
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