Papi Chulo

[Intro]

(Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas)

(Go Grizz)

(Kio, Kio)

[Verse 1: Skepta]

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

[Chorus: Octavian]

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

[Verse 2: Skepta]

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, kind of girl you wanna fuck all the time

Ride me like I'm Ginuwine

I 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 sippin' liquor by the litre, pussy so good it put me in a sleeper

[Verse 3: Octavian]

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 recognise her face (Who are you?)

I don't need your talkin' or your weed you're tryna blaze (No)

Me and Skep linked up and now we're dancin' in the rave (Ooh)

[Chorus: Octavian]

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

[Verse 4: Octavian]

Came out of the car, and your bitch, she said, "Hola"

I'm smoking cigars and I'm drinking Coronas

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 man

Come outside, step, man, and look at my dance

Some tequila, man, I'm droppin' my bands

Take the weed off me, man, I'm droppin' my bands

That bitch is way too fire (Woah)

Where the hell did I find her? (Mmm)

Man, it's hard to describe her (Yeah)

Other bitches don't like her (Woah)

It's 'cause she's gettin' all designer (Yeah)

Mm, it's a minor (Woah)

Your other man, he's tired (Yeah)

Fuck him and then climb up (Dancing)

[Chorus: Octavian]

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet (You got me dancing)

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet

Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet (Money dancing)

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet (You got me dancing)

Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet