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jo papi - batta rumba lyrics

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[intro]

[verse 1]

life of the party
you know
that i brought it
jo papi make history
call me a lord

(yuh)

before i get shot
like dolph, nipsey, or pop

might go drop by at barney’s
and get some dior

(ooh)

i stay gettin’ hotter
i pulled out da bottom

reminders of what it looked like to be poor
didn’t have dollas for food
so i put on the mask
and then rolled up dummy on the store

now that i flipped the script
know i ain’t going back

imma keep goin’ in givin’ no warnin’
got enough ice to freeze

everyone out it’s so cold that
i might have just fixed global warmin’

f_ck all that nine to five
rather do suicide

i’m on that vibe to get
paid for recordin’

i don’t know must be the
sound of my voice i ain’t
touch her yet
but she already be h_rny

[hook]

she can rumba
(ay)

cuban rumba

(ay)

we get f_cked up

(ay)

god i luh her

(ay)

batta rumba

(ay)

batta rumba

(ay)

batta rumba

(ay)
god i luh her

(ay)

[verse 2]

(papi)

readin’ the vibe
got that look in her eyes
and then let out a sigh
let me know she wet

f_ck it i’m ylin
i do what i like
and i like to drop nuts
on that thottie head

we was 15 at
the party
15 gs of molly tied up
so we pocket it

i come out da cut
know im puffin’ the runtz
and bustin’ these nuts
i keep talkin’ sh_t

circle da block
and then spotted the ops

they try set up the l!ck
i don’t fall for it

gettin this money
til’ i get my momma
a four car garage
filled with four cars

my baby expectin ‘
that p_ssy expensive
better keep them toes
dressed in tom ford

tell she a baddie
that ass is a fatty
new daddy d_ck
down like a p_rn star

[hook]

she can rumba

(ay)

cuban rumba

(ay)

we get f_cked up

(ay)

god i luh her

(ay)

batta rumba

(ay)

batta rumba

(ay)

batta rumba

(ay)

god i luh her

(ay)

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