Exploring the intoxicating allure of attraction, this track is a vibrant blend of flirtation and hedonism. The artists portray themselves as irresistible figures, charming their way into the hearts of women with their charisma and wealth. The term "Papi Chulo" itself translates to 'handsome daddy' or 'player', further emphasizing their playboy image. The repeated use of "sweet" could symbolize the addictive nature of love or lust. However, there's also an element of detachment in their relationships as they mention not recognizing faces and moving on to the next party. Ultimately, it's a celebration of their lifestyle - filled with luxury, parties, and fleeting romances.
Papi Chulo
Lyrics
(Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas)
(Go Grizz)
(Kio, Kio)
Uh, met this pretty ting, nice to meet you, mucho gusto
Sweeter than a churro, she call me papi chulo
Yeah, I'm single baby girl but how 'bout you though?
Tryna make you my number one
Tryna make you my numero uno
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
She's sexy
I'm in love with her brain, man, she's stuck on my mind
She only speaks when she has an epiphany, kinda girl you wanna fuck all the time
Ride me like I'm Ginuwine
I'll suck on her nipples, she's suckin' on mine
She told me hit it from behind, I stroke it, I pull out, I cum on her spine
Uh, I think that I found me a keeper, por favor mamacita
Let's do it like Mickey and Mallory, get you some ice to go with your tequila
I just bought a Rolex, broke it in half 'cause this one's a creeper
We're sipping liquor by the litre, pussy so good it put me in a sleeper
When I look left in the morning there's a bitch who's tryna stay (who are you?)
Did we smash or not man, I don't recognize her face (who are you?)
I don't need your talking or your weed you're tryna blaze (no)
Me and Skep linked up and now we're dancing in the rave (ahwoo)
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Came out of the car and your bitch she said, "Hola"
I'm smoking cigars and I'm drinking Corona's
And I met this bitch who was dressed up in rosa
I tell her, "Come here girl, you're very hermosa"
Tengo dinero, forget your mind
Come outside, step man and look at my dimes
Soft tequila, man, I'm dropping my bands
Take the weed off me, man, I'm dropping my bands
That bitch she way too fire, where the hell did I find her?
Mmm, man, it's hard to describe her, other bitches don't like her
It's 'cause she's getting all designer (yeah), mmm it's a minor
Your other man he's tired (yeah), fuck him and then climb up
Dancing
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
It got me dancing
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
The money's dancing
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
You got me dancing
Sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
Writer(s): Octavian Godji, Joseph Adenuga, Charles Driggers, Kiowa Roukema
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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