Papa John lyrics

by

Gudda Gudda


[Chorus: Troy Ave]
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

[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
Millz ain't on his sh*t? 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 b*tch that get that sloppy one
Yea her ass mean but her mouth meaner
Spanish b*tch, I make her pus*y sing like Selena
My flow hard but I could get it soft
Grew up round that Snow White b*tch, ain't seen no seven dwarves
f*ck my money up and it's vamanos
Infrared, that your crew, now you're Domino's
Your girl on my di*k cause you a f*ckin clown
Treat her pus*y 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
[Bridge: Jae Millz]
But ain't no coming down on my price though
Yea we cool and all that but that's my price dog

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
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

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
I'm a uptown n*gga to the death
You play the stupid, make em form a line to the left
All the fiends know who got that killa n*gga
We got the hood lookin like thrilla n*gga
I like my women vintage in muskino
Ladylike but still swallow kids like pinot
b*tch 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
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
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
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