Papi Chulo Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skepta]
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

[Chorus: Octavian]
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

[Verse 2: Skepta]
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 kinda girl you wanna f*ck 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, p*ssy so good it put me in a sleeper

[Bridge: Octavian]
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)

[Chorus: Octavian]
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

[Verse 3: Octavian]
Came out of the car and your bitches said "Hola"
I'm smoking cigars and I'm drinking corona's 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 bandz, take the weed off me man I'm dropping my bandz
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, mmm it's a minor
Your other man he's tired, f*ck him and then climb up

[Chorus: Octavian]
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

5e79b2f91d5fce86d54999bc5e6ce6e1