Мария Мазковая - I Luh Ya Papi | Текст песни

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• I Luh Ya Papi

I put it down for a brother like you
Give it to you right in the car, that's you
We can first give you some of this, that's you
And you're all loving that J.Lo, true

Hold up, I can get you thrown up
Pull your trigger, go and get your gun up
All the time I hear her talk
Put a pin in it, now I'm ready, let it rock
Keep it number 1, that's easy mathematics
Keep it number 1, baby, ain't no static
Got that hourglass for you, baby, look at these legs
No brakes, go green, no red
If you wanna kill the body, gotta start with the head
Put it on you, I'mma need about 4-5 beds
Cause I love my papi

I didn’t see it
But I see it now
I think I love you
And I need you now
Ain’t had none like you in a while

I luh ya papi, I luh ya papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
I luh ya papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
I luh ya papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
Get up my papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi

I put it down for a brother like you
Give it to you right in the car, that's you
We can first give you some of this, that's you
And you're all loving that J.Lo, true

Oh that 24 hour
Feeling like I want one when it's crowded
If you wanna hear your name, I shout it
Boy, you the shit, go and take a power shower
And I'm feeling like it's me and you, I don't doubt it
You can drop it how you want, I ain't trying to call Miley
I'm loving me some you
Started from the bottom, baby, then we went roof
Cause I love my papi

I didn’t see it
But I see it now
I think I love you
And I need you now
Ain’t had none like you in a while

I luh ya papi, I luh ya papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
I luh ya papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
I luh ya papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
Get up my papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi

[French Montana]
I love you, mami, I-I love you, mami
Baby, you the shit, I-I love you, mami
Shorty got me catching feelings
And that rave drop reaching for the ceiling
Southside Bronx, [?] just overseas
Take the pants out here, drop to her knees
Oh my, I'm a don like Omar
Speed it up slow ma, throw it back, throw my
Rock-rock Gators like mother chords players
You can hate to love us, you can love to hate us
From the bottom it been real
From the bottom shorty been trill
And even though we made it to the top
Still J.Lo from the-the the block
Ey, I love you, mami, I love you, mami
Baby, you the shit, I-I love you, mami

I think I love just who you are
We haven’t grown apart
This is just the start where life begin a way to the end
And we started as friends but boy I do love

I luh ya papi, I luh ya papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
I luh ya papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
I luh ya papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi
Get up my papi
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi

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