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Papi Goyo - Hybrid Lyrics



Papi Goyo - Hybrid Lyrics
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My screen lit my life lit I check my balance
Pack my bags and I'm out (Uh)
Take off to an island we gonna transfer bucks to pesos
My fans know it's papi but my clients call me Diego
Yeah bitch I'm rapper you could still find me at space though
Came from Guatemala got some lakes and some volcanoes
Moving this shit freely like the pack was part of NATO
Take a small Cessna to a hideout in Barbados
Eso you fly mami why you rock the halo
Don't walk with too much baggage make it easy on me
I know plugs in South America coyotes out in Mexico
Lately I been working smiling crafting with Mateo
Since a day old I been a jungle boy got a deep rooted love
Deep in love with it
Deep inside the jungle I call this shit my territory
Come to Guatemala got four runners and Monteros for you
Climbing up the hill yeah I push weight
Heavy rain misty days miss the days
Foggy like my memory Papi G the mystery
Got bitches out in foreign countries missing me
Hit me either on the WhatsApp or on the line application
Before you make the line bitch fill out the application
I ain't lying b up to now I been patient
But sometimes this no bread shit gets irritating
When you really on to something but shit you ain't made it
All you rappers on the same shit f*cking plagiarism
Somebody tell em Papi G ain't f*cking playing with em'
(Ay) El odio a los falsos baby
Yo se que soy real y nadie me lo quita
En la esquina hechando mucha rima
Cuando quemo esto Papi G se pone pensativo
Tengo poco o me sobra man todo es relativo
Humo en mis pulmónes corazón pega latidos
Como buen marisco mi cerveza es de trigo
Donde sea que yo vaya yo quisiera estar contigo
No importa lo que tenga lo comparto con mis primos
Family first that's the real code
Better wrap up the world is real cold
Mis letras causan más calor que un sartén prendido
Fuente de confianza soy maestro te lo digo
Porfa saquen cuenta de cuantos nos han sufrido
Por cuenta propia escribo raps y bajo libros
Pa' que te digo que me gusta el rap for real kid
Darle giros a mi mundo explorar a mis destinos
Asarme buenas carnes degustar de buenos vinos
Aveces yo me siento como un puto Argentino
Como es que soy chapin mi hermano es un tico
Y mi mami es catracha y mi jefe es un gringo
Mi bisabuelo fue famoso escribió sus libros
Pero Dios le regaló un poeta a la familia
PAPI G
Del desierto de la Guajira a Islandia en los igloos
Me fumo 2 o 3 de gorilla glue
Imma different type of dude I'm some hybrid shit
Im being honest please believe me
Give a f*ck if you don't
Imma take my pride to the grave with me
Imma do the walk imma do the dance
Imma do the dance
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My screen lit my life lit I check my balance
Pack my bags and I'm out (Uh)
Take off to an island we gonna transfer bucks to pesos
My fans know it's papi but my clients call me Diego
Yeah bitch I'm rapper you could still find me at space though
Came from Guatemala got some lakes and some volcanoes
Moving this shit freely like the pack was part of NATO
Take a small Cessna to a hideout in Barbados
Eso you fly mami why you rock the halo
Don't walk with too much baggage make it easy on me
I know plugs in South America coyotes out in Mexico
Lately I been working smiling crafting with Mateo
Since a day old I been a jungle boy got a deep rooted love
Deep in love with it
Deep inside the jungle I call this shit my territory
Come to Guatemala got four runners and Monteros for you
Climbing up the hill yeah I push weight
Heavy rain misty days miss the days
Foggy like my memory Papi G the mystery
Got bitches out in foreign countries missing me
Hit me either on the WhatsApp or on the line application
Before you make the line bitch fill out the application
I ain't lying b up to now I been patient
But sometimes this no bread shit gets irritating
When you really on to something but shit you ain't made it
All you rappers on the same shit f*cking plagiarism
Somebody tell em Papi G ain't f*cking playing with em'
(Ay) El odio a los falsos baby
Yo se que soy real y nadie me lo quita
En la esquina hechando mucha rima
Cuando quemo esto Papi G se pone pensativo
Tengo poco o me sobra man todo es relativo
Humo en mis pulmónes corazón pega latidos
Como buen marisco mi cerveza es de trigo
Donde sea que yo vaya yo quisiera estar contigo
No importa lo que tenga lo comparto con mis primos
Family first that's the real code
Better wrap up the world is real cold
Mis letras causan más calor que un sartén prendido
Fuente de confianza soy maestro te lo digo
Porfa saquen cuenta de cuantos nos han sufrido
Por cuenta propia escribo raps y bajo libros
Pa' que te digo que me gusta el rap for real kid
Darle giros a mi mundo explorar a mis destinos
Asarme buenas carnes degustar de buenos vinos
Aveces yo me siento como un puto Argentino
Como es que soy chapin mi hermano es un tico
Y mi mami es catracha y mi jefe es un gringo
Mi bisabuelo fue famoso escribió sus libros
Pero Dios le regaló un poeta a la familia
PAPI G
Del desierto de la Guajira a Islandia en los igloos
Me fumo 2 o 3 de gorilla glue
Imma different type of dude I'm some hybrid shit
Im being honest please believe me
Give a f*ck if you don't
Imma take my pride to the grave with me
Imma do the walk imma do the dance
Imma do the dance
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Writer: Gregory Bret-Harte
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Papi Goyo
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Gregory Bret-Harte

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