Papi Chulo (feat. Skepta)

(Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas)

(Go Grizz)

(Kio, Kio)

Uh, met this pretty ting, nice to meet you, mucho gusto

Sweeter than a churro, she call me Papi Chulo

Yeah, I'm single, baby girl, but how 'bout you though?

Tryna make you my number one

Tryna make you my numero uno

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet

Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet

Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

She's sexy

I'm in love with her brain, man, she's stuck on my mind

She only speaks when she has an epiphany, kind of girl you wanna fuck all the time

Ride me like I'm Ginuwine

I'll suck on her nipples, she's suckin' on mine

She told me hit it from behind, I stroke it, I pull out, I cum on her spine

Uh, I think that I found me a keeper, por favor mamacita

Let's do it like Mickey and Mallory, get you some ice to go with your tequila

I just bought a Rolex, broke it in half 'cause this one's a creeper

We sipping liquor by the litre, pussy so good it put me in a sleeper

When I look left in the morning there's a bitch who's tryna stay (Who are you?)

Did we smash or not? Man, I don't recognize her face (Who are you?)

I don't need your talking or your weed you're tryna blaze (No)

Me and Skep linked up and now we're dancing in the rave (Ahwoo)

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet

Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet

Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

Came out of the car and your bitches said: Hola

I'm smoking cigars and I'm drinking Coronas and I met this bitch who was dressed up in Rosa, I tell her come here, girl you're very hermosa

Tengo dinero, forget your mind

Come outside, step man and look at my dimes

Some tequila man I'm dropping my bands, take the weed off me man, I'm dropping my bands

Got bitches way too fire, where the hell did I find her?

I just had to describe her, other bitches don't like her

It's because she's getting all designer, yeah, mm, it's a minor

Your other man, he's tired, fuck him and then climb up

Dancing

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

You got me dancing

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet

Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet

Money's dancing

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

Sweet, sweet, you got me dancing, sweet-sweet

Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet