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Letra : We Don’t Talk About Papi (wdtab cupcakke remix)
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)
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)
