Pape Lyrics

Hoe, i got pape

Stevie Lowkey

DM the the greatest in the world

Hoe, I got pape

You know it

The money do voodoo the pussy do hoodoo

We seein' right through you

Them niggas be doodoo look at em like who you

Cause thats how we view you

My hoe rock a tutu when I'm bout to pull up

We RP like GTA

The person I grew to come from what I go through

My bitch is a CNA

Got a hoe in Des'moines she gon' be an attorney

She promise I get away

Never ask for an opp but Im gon' make em bernie

My shooters don't deviate

No my shooters don't turn away

If you push I'ma swing

PGA

They up roogers, for duckets and Terminate

Hit that boy in the face from a feet away

I don't care about the feds or the DEA

I be smokin' on Za as I meditate

Cause I go through a lot that I never say

Got me ready to spin, Master J

Pull up dump out the Benz the easy way

But I gotta sit back and alleviate

All my shooters got four double GPA

They gon' hate if I lose and get locked away

So I fuck on your hoe and get weekly pay

Mama told me to move at the easy pace

But it's hard cause I'm hard and they easy prey

Everyday I see green is Luigi day

Lucid dream bout that money and plain janes

Wake up get it cause they gon' appreciate

I got cocaine inside of my main vein

Drop my nuts when it's time to negotiate

Love my brothers cause we on the same thing

All my haters be lookin' like Stevie J

Put designer on top of my main thing

Fuck that hoe on the camera the sneaky way

It's so cold I'ma need me a VMA

If she play I become who she really hate

How you love her she doin' what Stevie say

Never trust in a ho I got

Pape, pape, ho I got pape

I got pape

The money do voodoo the pussy do hoodoo

We seein' right through you

Them niggas be doodoo look at em like who you

Cause thats how we view you

My hoe rock a tutu when I'm bout to pull up

We RP like GTA

The person I grew to come from what I go through

My bitch is a CNA

Got a hoe in Des'moines she gon' be an attorney

She promise I get away

Never ask for an opp but Im gon' make em bernie

My shooters don't deviate

No my shooters don't turn away

If you push I'ma swing

PGA

They up roogers, for duckets and Terminate

Hit that boy in the face from a feet away

Ho I got pape, pape, ho I got pape

I got pape