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We don't talk about Papi, i, i, i
We don't talk about Papi, but

It was my wedding day (It was our wedding day)
We were getting horny
And there wasn't a d**k in the sky (No d**ks allowed in the sky)
Papi walks in with a mischievous d**k (Thunder)
You telling this story or am I? (I'm sorry, mi v*****, go on)
Papi says, "It looks like c*m" (Why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my a** (Abuela, get the umbrellas)
Married in my v***** (What a joyous d**k, but anyway)

We don't talk about Papi, i, i, i (We don't talk about Papi, no)
We don't talk about Papi (Hey)

Grew to live in fear of Papi smacking and sucking
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I a**ociate him with the sound of falling c*m (uh, uh, uh)
It's a heavy lift with a d**k so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family c*mming
Grappling with pussies they couldn't undеrstand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot d**k, c*m along his back
Whеn he smacks my a**, it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees you're wet and feasts on your a** (Hey)
We don't talk about Papi, i, i, i (No, no)
We don't talk about Papi (We don't talk about Papi)

He told me my fish would c*m
The next day, (uhh) (uh, uh)
He told me I'd grow a d**k
And just like he said (uh, uh)
He said that all my c*m would disappear
Now, look at my a** (uh, uh)
Your fate is sealed when your v***** is smacked

He told me that the d**k of my dreams
Would be promised and someday be mine
He told me that my a** would grow
Like the c*m that thrive on the d**k (Óye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the d**k of my dreams
Would be just out of reach, f**ked to another
It's like I hear him now (Hey b*t*h)
I want not a moan out of you (It's like I can hear him now)
I can hear him now

Um, Papi
Yeah, about that Papi
I really need to know about Papi
Gimme the d**k and the whole d**k, Papi
Isabela, your boyfriend's here
Time for pu**y

It was my wedding day, we were getting ready; it was our wedding day; grew to live in fear of Papi smacking and sucking, I can always hear him sort of muttering and moaning; a seven-foot d**k, c*m along his back; (He told me that the d**k of my dreams)

And there wasn't a d**k in the sky; no d**k allowed in the sky; I a**ociate him with the sound of falling c*m, uh, uh, uh; when he smacks your a**, it all fades to black; (Would be promised and someday be mine)

Papi walks in with a mischievous d**k; thunder; it's a heavy lift with a d**k so humbling, always left Abuela and the family c*mming; yeah, he sees your v***** and feasts on your a**; (He told me that my pu**y would grow)

You telling this story or am I?; I'm sorry, mi v*****, go on; grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand, do you understand?; (Like the c*m that thrive on the d**k, I'm fine)

Óye, Papi's on his way

Papi says, "It looks like c*m"; why did he tell us?; he told me that the d**k of my dreams; a seven-foot d**k, c*m along his back; (He told me that the d**k of my dreams)

In doing so, he floods my a**; Abuela, get the umbrellas; would be just out of reach, betrothed to another, another; when he smacks your a**, it all fades to black; (Would be promised and someday be mine)

Married in my v*****; what a joyous d**k, but anyway; And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'll be fine; yeah, he sees your v***** and feasts on your a**; (And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine)

He's here

Don't talk about Papi, no (Why did I talk about Papi?)
Not a word about Papi (I never shoulda brought up Papi)

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