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Haitian Papi Video (MV)




Performed By: Bear
Length: 3:12
Written by: Samuel Moise




Bear - Haitian Papi Lyrics




You can call me Haitian papi
I can't cocky
You know nothing here could stop me
Gold cazel frames on
Let the ring bling on
Check the time on my watch
That shit there hot
That shit there mean
Diamonds twerkin like strippers
That shit make bold statement when a nigga get all clean
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who the fleeiest of them all
Can I can I Can I ball
Paparazzi on me
Maserati stay clean
Barbacourt sipping
Kwa sembo
Senk etwal all on me
Rosé be my vice
I don't drink dirty sprite
What u mixin ain't
Mmmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmm
Tryna shed some light
Stay woke stay woke
They don't want no smoke
They don't wanna be ur man
They just want ur glow
What you know about jumping
In the jungle tryna chase your goals
Been to hell and back
Sleeping on stones
Married to the game
Married to the life
Only thing told
Never sell your soul

Gotta check on the hush though
Brought her 2 Louie bags till she started getting nutso
Met her out in LA
Tattoos on her waist
Jimmy choos on her feet
Amg was her veh
So u know she was paid
I think I might like her
Pulled up to her spot champagne bottle popped
Poured rosé
Good cliquet for the Dead and the lifers
Too Bad I couldn't wife her
Shorty stunt so hard crib filled with designer
Filled with designer
Couple berkin' bags with a hundred red bottoms
She couple red bottoms
SHE GOT A HUNDRED RED BOTTOMS
(God damn)
This life never played D
Played offense all the time till I tried getting eighty
Might've thought I was Kobe
Ball'd so hard doing Eighty for a show
Eighty for a show!
Rookie of the Year nominee
I made it to the pros
I am one of thee Elites
And ain't nobody here f*cking with me
Real life
I'm life's goal
Your bitch act up gotta go
Oh you want with me
Nah nigga let's go

F*ck wit me you know I got
Pull up in a raff
Don't park it
Walk through couple bottles no sparkles
Bad bitches all around me
Never side track
Always keep a shooter by me
We don't play the money Jokes
It ain't about the bag
You could miss me with the Funny folks
Play da dummy roll
Copy Coo nigga
Now we playing real Domino

When a nigga win
We all win
If a nigga fall
Than I took the fall
Pray to God let This money make a nigga ball
Team strong
My time
Yea a nigga on
What you know bout jump In the jungle tryna chase your goals
Been to hell and back
Sleeping on stones
Married to the game
Married to the life
Only thing told
Never sell your soul
Palm trees in the Philippines
Doubled back just to get the team

Smarty Martin Uk
Stayed humble my lane
Still drinking Dusse
Pardon Me pardon me
Y'all niggaz is lames
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You can call me Haitian papi
I can't cocky
You know nothing here could stop me
Gold cazel frames on
Let the ring bling on
Check the time on my watch
That shit there hot
That shit there mean
Diamonds twerkin like strippers
That shit make bold statement when a nigga get all clean
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who the fleeiest of them all
Can I can I Can I ball
Paparazzi on me
Maserati stay clean
Barbacourt sipping
Kwa sembo
Senk etwal all on me
Rosé be my vice
I don't drink dirty sprite
What u mixin ain't
Mmmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmm
Tryna shed some light
Stay woke stay woke
They don't want no smoke
They don't wanna be ur man
They just want ur glow
What you know about jumping
In the jungle tryna chase your goals
Been to hell and back
Sleeping on stones
Married to the game
Married to the life
Only thing told
Never sell your soul

Gotta check on the hush though
Brought her 2 Louie bags till she started getting nutso
Met her out in LA
Tattoos on her waist
Jimmy choos on her feet
Amg was her veh
So u know she was paid
I think I might like her
Pulled up to her spot champagne bottle popped
Poured rosé
Good cliquet for the Dead and the lifers
Too Bad I couldn't wife her
Shorty stunt so hard crib filled with designer
Filled with designer
Couple berkin' bags with a hundred red bottoms
She couple red bottoms
SHE GOT A HUNDRED RED BOTTOMS
(God damn)
This life never played D
Played offense all the time till I tried getting eighty
Might've thought I was Kobe
Ball'd so hard doing Eighty for a show
Eighty for a show!
Rookie of the Year nominee
I made it to the pros
I am one of thee Elites
And ain't nobody here f*cking with me
Real life
I'm life's goal
Your bitch act up gotta go
Oh you want with me
Nah nigga let's go

F*ck wit me you know I got
Pull up in a raff
Don't park it
Walk through couple bottles no sparkles
Bad bitches all around me
Never side track
Always keep a shooter by me
We don't play the money Jokes
It ain't about the bag
You could miss me with the Funny folks
Play da dummy roll
Copy Coo nigga
Now we playing real Domino

When a nigga win
We all win
If a nigga fall
Than I took the fall
Pray to God let This money make a nigga ball
Team strong
My time
Yea a nigga on
What you know bout jump In the jungle tryna chase your goals
Been to hell and back
Sleeping on stones
Married to the game
Married to the life
Only thing told
Never sell your soul
Palm trees in the Philippines
Doubled back just to get the team

Smarty Martin Uk
Stayed humble my lane
Still drinking Dusse
Pardon Me pardon me
Y'all niggaz is lames
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Writer: Samuel Moise
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