P.A.P.I

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] All my tan Boyz, Vámonos Chandon and Plátanos We drink good, we look good, we eat good, we smell rich Aviators hang on my face Was Louie my killer? They all wear Versace (Donatella bitch) Roll Up, Hold up, you talking low, Dont E bluff You not real and we are, got tattoos right next to scars We bear arms, they call me paul What that be like nigga Where you be at nigga? Im with the B's Latino Kings my nigga! One man army, ODB Su wu tang in the 4 with lean First they come then they leave First they want then they need Im the best already, hope the best are ready That game we play is chess, and check the cheque its made already. PAPI (HOOK) P-A-P-I P-A-P-I Uptown B-way Downtown NY Eastside All Day P-A-P-I They Call me when they need that yay P-A-P-I [Verse 2: Willie Hex] Its Hex and im bout my scrilla No one in the X thats realer No one from the south thats trilla Lyrically the motherfuckin Illa White paper, Dark Paper Filler I smoke herb call the kush Godzilla You smokin on the reggie no miller I catch ya shawty while she alone I take her home n she probably wanna bone And I put her on the cam no Killa Take her to my hood like Attila I sold pounds of the herb, and keys indeed Pull up to the curb, fiends flock to me A shooter that got shooters, my niggas G From the burrough where boy George got it in with that D South bronx representer, if you wanna enter you better put your vest on And bring your weapons, cause you will get flexed on These niggas gassed like Exon Motherfucker im the realest Way realer then the so called realest .45 on my hip deuce deuce in the boot Motherfucker im the south bronx Illest UHHHHH