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politics - mjpaid lyrics

[intro: mjpaid]
d*mn

[verse 1: mjpaid]
i can’t touch a b*tch, way too busy road runnin’
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout the past, n*gga, i don’t hold grudges (no)
look at me wrong, brodie blowin’ up the whole function
he revive with the dubs, i don’t blow hundreds
i be hanged when a n*gga think i owe somethin’
wockhardt, extra ice when it’s more fussin’
it’s in the pop, i don’t even gotta double cup it
h*lla chicks up my sleeve, it’s a couple [?]
everytime i’m at the crib, b*tch, i’m up to somethin’
672, mjpaid, b*tch, i’m up and comin’
without the keys, bro can get that b*tch up and runnin’
he act a lil’ broke, i don’t think that n*gga f*ckin’ nothin’
i know the only way is up, n*gga, f*ck a compass
i post the method and you buy it, you a f*ckin’ dummy
before you try to make mе mad, make some f*ckin’ money
thеy ain’t with you when it rain, only when it’s sunny
i’m mia, now the b*tches say i’m actin’ funny
and i’m on the winnin’ team, check the brackets, dummy
and these b*tches is a code, who can crack it for me?
only sh*t touch my soul is a stack of hundreds
two hundred for the cup but this b*tch won’t last for nothin’
bro like stock, he’ll take it if it’s fast for nothin’
that ain’t wocky in his cup, that sh*t robitussin
gave it to him in the clutch, he’ll blow the bucket
i be eyein’ lines while my brother gettin’ lines of tris
searched up my bin, now i’m gettin’ all kind of sh*t
if i hit the mall, it’s for giffies, i ain’t buyin’ sh*t
i want a presidential, i ain’t f*ckin’ with the politics
[verse 2: stanwill]
brodie blowin’ rocket if he catch the opposite
turbo in the amg, it take off like a rocketship
she ain’t my kind of b*tch if she ain’t got no common sense
ak from siberia, i shoot it like stojaković
got the same twenty*four, but you spend all your time hatin’, huh
guess that’s why you ain’t gon’ be sh*t
closet like an ocean, gettin’ dressed, i’m feelin’ seasick
they think i’m a senior citizen the way i keep stick
bop got a hundred, bet i blow him back a century
pull up, shoot the switchie dolo, they gon’ think it’s ten of me
buy balenciaga for my b*tch ’cause it ain’t sh*t to me
found out that i’m him for real, your b*tch had an epiphany
colin kaepernick, she pull up, bet she hit a knee
blow the noggin off his neck, boy, we ain’t hittin’ feet
it get real up in that field, you better get some cleats
pull up, drop a thirty on they block, they think i’m pistol pete
i don’t nut in sixty seconds, b*tch, the head ain’t good enough
playin’ with that petty ten*piece nugget, better put it up
he a guppy in that water, bet we hook him up
she think i’m a liar, think i did some sh*t i shouldn’t have
ice in the buffs got my face froze
think i got a joystick the way i play hoes
thought they was some demons but we gave ’em haloes
brodie at the pharm’ with some scripts but he don’t play roles
eenie*meenie*miney*mo, i’m pickin’ out the baddest b*tch
say it’s beef, but when you in that water, you a pacifist
mr. do the most, boy, it ain’t nothin’ ’bout me average
if i tell him, “bro, wave that stick”, it’s like i had a wish
[outro: stanwill]
what up, mj?
whole lotta [?] sh*t

- mjpaid lyrics

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