Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Papa John, artist - Jae Millz.
Date of issue: 04.02.2013
Song language: English
Papa John |
8 slices, hundred 25 a piece |
Playing with a little dope, I’m about my chicks |
Source unknown but I got those |
Hot and ready, shout out to my vados |
Place your order and it won’t be long |
Out the brick over right into your home |
It’s time to eat, ding dong |
Powder, I got them packs, Papa John |
Millz ain’t on his shit? |
Nah, you got it wrong |
You can’t name a corner I ain’t poppin on |
Double park, make sure my money right then I be gone |
He’s on the phone with a bitch that get that sloppy one |
Yea her ass mean but her mouth meaner |
Spanish bitch, I make her pussy sing like Selena |
My flow hard but I could get it soft |
Grew up round that Snow White bitch, ain’t seen no seven dwarves |
Fuck my money up and it’s vamanos |
Infrared, that your crew, now you’re Domino’s |
Your girl on my dick cause you a fuckin clown |
Treat her pussy like my work, get it home and bust it down |
Down down, Papa John |
Call me Papa John |
If he a loyal customer that’s extra toppings for him |
But ain’t no coming down on my price though |
Yea we cool and all that but that’s my price dog |
8 slices, hundred 25 a piece |
Playing with a little dope, I’m about my chicks |
Source unknown but I got those |
Hot and ready, shout out to my vados |
Place your order and it won’t be long |
Out the brick over right into your home |
It’s time to eat, ding dong |
Powder, I got them packs, Papa John |
I’m a uptown nigga to the death |
You play the stupid, make em form a line to the left |
All the fiends know who got that killa nigga |
We got the hood lookin like thrilla nigga |
I like my women vintage in muskino |
Ladylike but still swallow kids like pinot |
Bitch I’m bout multiplyin paper, kinko |
Sippin Rose out the bottle, with a straw like I’m Nino |
Papi call me mi amigo |
But mami call me papi lindo |
She understand her role is a deliver missile |
I cook it then I shoot her off to get it to you |
Yea in high-school we had it locked down |
And yet you bug with your homeboy from out of town |
8 slices, hundred 25 a piece |
Playing with a little dope, I’m about my chicks |
Source unknown but I got those |
Hot and ready, shout out to my vados |
Place your order and it won’t be long |
Out the brick over right into your home |
It’s time to eat, ding dong |
Powder, I got them packs, Papa John |