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PAPE Video (MV)




Performed By: LILA
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Allan Ottley




LILA - PAPE Lyrics




I like getting to the Pape

Don't give a f*ck about no bitch
Just as long as all my paper straight

Getting money that's the motto
I can't be without it

Going up with all my music
Just like Ima rocket

I ain't talking bout the team
But shit yeah I would rock it

The way I'm stepping in these feet's
I knew that I could rock it

I ain't normal so I know to keep it in my pocket

And If I'm in the V just know we going
Please don't try to cop it

In a rental with no tints
By 10:00 we gotta drop it

Flip the plates
Then give it back
That's how we go about it

I'm not a rapper
I just rap
Don't gotta talk about it

The way I cook up in the stu
Should call me Bobby Flay

If I see you ain't no talking
What you gotta say?

Never scared to face a nigga
When it's time to play

When the tables turn
I just can't wait to see your face

And Yeah a niggas high but f*ck it
It's time to roll another 8th

( Chorus )

I'm just out here chasing money
Don't care bout a hoe

If you my brother and you switch
Then you gotta go

I just spoke to the connect
I'm bout to cop some bowls

If you run up
Curtain closed
Ima end ya show

Backwoods always filled with za
I'm never smoking lows

If you don't see me in my city
Then I'm on the road

When it come to getting money
Yeah I got the code

I love getting to the pape
Most of ya'll already know

I don't gotta deal with hate

A nigga flexed up gone checked up
Like he had a appointment today

Don't be thinking shit sweet
Y'all always up for prey

See you outside lacking
Catch you loafing
Any time of day

When these bullets slap
These shits gone have you froze

I love touring
Any city
Catch me at a show

Ima young nigga stepping
Yeah that's for sure

Steady on the grind
I'm connected
I just got some bowls

And if you ain't gettin money
Then you gotta go

Never catch me chilling just because
That ain't paper flow

Gotta get the money in
Yea by any means

Y'all be at home watching me
For y'all it's just a dream

Got a 30
Extended clip
Yeah with a red beam

If you cross me
Ima cross you
If you try to scheme

Way I'm making shit live
Like Ima on a stream

Most of y'all just capping

Y'all not real

It ain't what it seems

I'm just out here chasing money
Don't care bout a hoe

If you my brother and you switch
Then you gotta go

I just spoke to the connect
I'm bout to cop some bowls

If you run up
Curtain closed
Ima end ya show

Backwoods always filled za
I'm never smoking lows

If you don't see me in my city
Then I'm on the road

When it come to getting money
Yeah I got the code

I love getting to the Pape
Most of ya'll already know
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I like getting to the Pape

Don't give a f*ck about no bitch
Just as long as all my paper straight

Getting money that's the motto
I can't be without it

Going up with all my music
Just like Ima rocket

I ain't talking bout the team
But shit yeah I would rock it

The way I'm stepping in these feet's
I knew that I could rock it

I ain't normal so I know to keep it in my pocket

And If I'm in the V just know we going
Please don't try to cop it

In a rental with no tints
By 10:00 we gotta drop it

Flip the plates
Then give it back
That's how we go about it

I'm not a rapper
I just rap
Don't gotta talk about it

The way I cook up in the stu
Should call me Bobby Flay

If I see you ain't no talking
What you gotta say?

Never scared to face a nigga
When it's time to play

When the tables turn
I just can't wait to see your face

And Yeah a niggas high but f*ck it
It's time to roll another 8th

( Chorus )

I'm just out here chasing money
Don't care bout a hoe

If you my brother and you switch
Then you gotta go

I just spoke to the connect
I'm bout to cop some bowls

If you run up
Curtain closed
Ima end ya show

Backwoods always filled with za
I'm never smoking lows

If you don't see me in my city
Then I'm on the road

When it come to getting money
Yeah I got the code

I love getting to the pape
Most of ya'll already know

I don't gotta deal with hate

A nigga flexed up gone checked up
Like he had a appointment today

Don't be thinking shit sweet
Y'all always up for prey

See you outside lacking
Catch you loafing
Any time of day

When these bullets slap
These shits gone have you froze

I love touring
Any city
Catch me at a show

Ima young nigga stepping
Yeah that's for sure

Steady on the grind
I'm connected
I just got some bowls

And if you ain't gettin money
Then you gotta go

Never catch me chilling just because
That ain't paper flow

Gotta get the money in
Yea by any means

Y'all be at home watching me
For y'all it's just a dream

Got a 30
Extended clip
Yeah with a red beam

If you cross me
Ima cross you
If you try to scheme

Way I'm making shit live
Like Ima on a stream

Most of y'all just capping

Y'all not real

It ain't what it seems

I'm just out here chasing money
Don't care bout a hoe

If you my brother and you switch
Then you gotta go

I just spoke to the connect
I'm bout to cop some bowls

If you run up
Curtain closed
Ima end ya show

Backwoods always filled za
I'm never smoking lows

If you don't see me in my city
Then I'm on the road

When it come to getting money
Yeah I got the code

I love getting to the Pape
Most of ya'll already know
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Writer: Allan Ottley
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