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[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz]
All my Tanboys, vámonos, Chandon and plátanos
We drink good, we look good, we eat good, we smell rich
Aviators hang on my face, what's Louie, my killer?
They all wear Versace (Donatella, bitch)
Roll up, hold up, you talking low, don't be 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? I'm with the B's Latino Kings, my nigga
One man army, ODB, soo Wu Tang in the four with lean
First they come then they leave, first they want then they need
I'm the best already, hope the best are ready
That game we play is chess, and check the check, its made already, papi
[Hook: Bodega Bamz]
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
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]
It's Hex and I'm bout my scrilla
No one in the X that's realer
No one from the south that's triller
Lyrically the motherfucking iller
White paper, Dark Paper Filler
I smoke herb, call the kush Godzilla
You smoking on the Reggie, no Miller
I catch ya shawty while she alone
I take her home and 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 borough 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 I'm the realest
Way realer then the so called realest
.45 on my hip deuce deuce in the boot
Motherfucker I'm the south bronx illest, UHHHHH
[Hook: Bodega Bamz]
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
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
P.A.P.I was written by Bodega Bamz.
P.A.P.I was produced by JohnBoyBeats.
Bodega Bamz released P.A.P.I on Tue Aug 21 2012.