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

[Chorus: Pepa & cupcakKe]
We don't talk about Papi, i, i, i
We don't talk about Papi, but

[Verse 1: Pepa, Félix, & cupcakKe]
It was my wedding day (It was our wedding day)
We were getting horny
And there wasn't a di*k in the sky (No di*ks allowed in the sky)
Papi walks in with a mischievous di*k (Thunder)
You telling this story or am I? (I'm sorry, mi vagina, go on)
Papi says, "It looks like c*m" (Why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my ass (Abuela, get the umbrellas)
Married in my vagina (What a joyous di*k, but anyway)

[Chorus: Pepa, Félix, Camilo, Dolores & cupcakKe]
We don't talk about Papi, i, i, i (We don't talk about Papi, no)
We don't talk about Papi (Hey)

[Verse 2: Dolores, Camilo & cupcakKe]
Grew to live in fear of Papi smacking and sucking
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling c*m (uh, uh, uh)
It's a heavy lift with a di*k so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family c*mming
Grappling with pussies they couldn't undеrstand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot di*k, c*m along his back
Whеn he smacks my ass, it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees you're wet and feasts on your ass (Hey)
[Chorus: Pepa, Félix, Dolores & cupcakKe]
We don't talk about Papi, i, i, i (No, no)
We don't talk about Papi (We don't talk about Papi)

[Verse 3: Ensemble, Townsperson 1, Osvaldo, TP 3 & cupcakKe]
He told me my fish would c*m
The next day, (uhh) (uh, uh)
He told me I'd grow a di*k
And just like he said (uh, uh)
He said that all my c*m would disappear
Now, look at my ass (uh, uh)
Your fate is sealed when your vagina is smacked

[Verse 4: Isabela, Abuela, Dolores & cupcakKe]
He told me that the di*k of my dreams
Would be promised and someday be mine
He told me that my ass would grow
Like the c*m that thrive on the di*k (Óye, Mariano's on his way)
He told me that the di*k of my dreams
Would be just out of reach, f*cked to another
It's like I hear him now (Hey b*tch)
I want not a moan out of you (It's like I can hear him now)
I can hear him now

[Verse 5: Mirabel, Camilo, Abuela, Isabela & cupcakKe]
Um, Papi
Yeah, about that Papi
I really need to know about Papi
Gimme the di*k and the whole di*k, Papi
Isabela, your boyfriend's here
Time for pus*y
[Verse 6]

[Pepa, Félix, Dolores, Camilo, (Isabela) and cupcakKe]
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 di*k, c*m along his back; (He told me that the di*k of my dreams)

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

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

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

[Abuela]
Óye, Papi's on his way

[Pepa, Félix, Dolores, Camilo, (Isabela) & cupcakKe]
Papi says, "It looks like c*m"; why did he tell us?; he told me that the di*k of my dreams; a seven-foot di*k, c*m along his back; (He told me that the di*k of my dreams)

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

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

[All]
He's here

[Chorus: All, Mirabel & cupcakKe]
Don't talk about Papi, no (Why did I talk about Papi?)
Not a word about Papi (I never shoulda brought up Papi)