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CBFW Video (MV)




Performed By: PapeMakin
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Alexander Smith




PapeMakin - CBFW Lyrics
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Me and my crew, when we come through
Clear the dance floor, cause it's our show
Everybody, take you by the hand
We gon' party, ain't no stopping
Why y'all niggas mad? That y'all can't f*ck with us
I be sick of niggas always actin' fake tough
Thought he was untouchable till he ran out of luck
I'm tryna catch a nigga lackin', I'm tryna call a nigga bluff
I can't show no mercy, I can't show no love, I don't give a f*ck
I don't fear nobody, but really the man above
I ain't mad about that girl, nigga stop sayin' that
You duckin' rec boys, big 50 hit you with a tech
I'm sloppy on the lick, I'm tryna make a mess
Oh yeah baby, I'm tryna leave a nigga stretched
I can't show no weakness, they tryna use it against me
Niggas lame and broke, I see why these niggas alwways envy
Niggas trauma dump on the low and they be pity
Tryna whack a opp, tryna put his ass out his misery
Lame niggas can't beef, tell the boys come see me
Paid three wads for the hit, that's a fire sale
Really that's six thou, and I'm tryna catch a hat tryna sit em down
Boy I done lost my way and I can't be found
Tryna put his ass deep, deep in that ground
I ain't givin' passes, niggas talkin' crazy, but they see me up on lahser
Yo bitch goin' round the tip, washer and dryer
Lame niggas keep cappin', that's why they dyin
Keep a dirty pole on me, just in case I gotta fry em
Niggas don't want no smoke, these niggas be hoes
Pop out the bush, I'm tryna do a nigga bold
Freestyled this bitch because I keep goin' whole
And it's gon' be your last day, nigga, you ain't goin' home
Niggas can't f*ck with me, I been knew that
Touchin' pape off them pieces, yeah, it's been that
Why you give that hoe your heart just to get attached
She had a war with your heart and it got attacked
Damn, ayy, why she do you like that? I know you feelin' dumb
Boy, get your money up and stop bein' a bum
Washin' my hands, lookin' back like what I done
Niggas always tryna hate, but I'm just tryna have some fun
Why y'all niggas mad? That y'all can't f*ck with us
I be sick of niggas always actin' fake tough
Thought he was untouchable until he ran out of luck
I'm tryna catch a nigga lackin', I'm tryna call a nigga bluff
Nigga
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English

Me and my crew, when we come through
Clear the dance floor, cause it's our show
Everybody, take you by the hand
We gon' party, ain't no stopping
Why y'all niggas mad? That y'all can't f*ck with us
I be sick of niggas always actin' fake tough
Thought he was untouchable till he ran out of luck
I'm tryna catch a nigga lackin', I'm tryna call a nigga bluff
I can't show no mercy, I can't show no love, I don't give a f*ck
I don't fear nobody, but really the man above
I ain't mad about that girl, nigga stop sayin' that
You duckin' rec boys, big 50 hit you with a tech
I'm sloppy on the lick, I'm tryna make a mess
Oh yeah baby, I'm tryna leave a nigga stretched
I can't show no weakness, they tryna use it against me
Niggas lame and broke, I see why these niggas alwways envy
Niggas trauma dump on the low and they be pity
Tryna whack a opp, tryna put his ass out his misery
Lame niggas can't beef, tell the boys come see me
Paid three wads for the hit, that's a fire sale
Really that's six thou, and I'm tryna catch a hat tryna sit em down
Boy I done lost my way and I can't be found
Tryna put his ass deep, deep in that ground
I ain't givin' passes, niggas talkin' crazy, but they see me up on lahser
Yo bitch goin' round the tip, washer and dryer
Lame niggas keep cappin', that's why they dyin
Keep a dirty pole on me, just in case I gotta fry em
Niggas don't want no smoke, these niggas be hoes
Pop out the bush, I'm tryna do a nigga bold
Freestyled this bitch because I keep goin' whole
And it's gon' be your last day, nigga, you ain't goin' home
Niggas can't f*ck with me, I been knew that
Touchin' pape off them pieces, yeah, it's been that
Why you give that hoe your heart just to get attached
She had a war with your heart and it got attacked
Damn, ayy, why she do you like that? I know you feelin' dumb
Boy, get your money up and stop bein' a bum
Washin' my hands, lookin' back like what I done
Niggas always tryna hate, but I'm just tryna have some fun
Why y'all niggas mad? That y'all can't f*ck with us
I be sick of niggas always actin' fake tough
Thought he was untouchable until he ran out of luck
I'm tryna catch a nigga lackin', I'm tryna call a nigga bluff
Nigga
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Writer: Alexander Smith
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