PAP Lyrics

Cam Lyrics

You are viewing PAP Lyrics - Cam

PAP song lyrics are written by Cam

Complete information about PAP lyrics

Selected song name: PAP
Singer Name: Cam
Lyrics written by: Cam

You can see all the lyrics of Cam songs at rare-lyrics.com




I said, certified freak
Seven days a week
Wet-a** peaches
Make that pull-out game weak


LovelyPeaches on the track
This beat burnin’ and itchin’
Don’t leave me ‘round yo man ‘cause yo dude gonna go missing
Travel all around the world, yes I’m on a mission
He say it burn when he be p*ssing
I’m completing my mission
So much I wanna say I just can’t make it rhyme
That peachling breath stank so I let him hit it from behind
Two brothers, what that mean?
Two d**ks at a time?
But they only last six seconds, I guess they made vine
Shid
On to his cousin, that peachling was fine
Ion even know his name but I bet he know mines
He said, “Peaches, you lovely
But you don’t smell like your name”
He said my pu**y smell like fish and it tastes the same
He brought me some soap like I’m supposed to be ashamed

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and check him in my automobile
Let him - with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun


Oh my gosh, look at her peachy a** pu**y
Oh my gosh, look at her payed my tuition just to kiss me on this peachy a** pu**y now make it rain if you want to see some peachy a** pu**y


Thi-this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Di-d**k bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country-a** n*gga, let me play with his rifle
Pu**y put his a** to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it 'cause he slang cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb sh*t


By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and check him in my automobile
Let him - with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

Oh my gosh, look at her peachy a** pu**y
Oh my gosh, look at her payed my tuition just to kiss me on this peachy a** pu**y now make it rain if you want to see some peachy a** pu**y