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fresh - papi jd lyrics

fresh down to the toes, getting money with my bros, yeah it feel good counting pros
had to leave the hoes alone
had to step up b*tch it’s on, different mindset now i’m on, now i barely touch my phones
man i can’t believe i’m grown
i remember walking in the rain, changed my life it’s not the same, i ride one deep don’t got no gang, she not smart but give me brain
took his sh*t we hit a stain
move by yourself stay in yo’ lane, it’ll save yo’ ass some pain

in the club i ain’t popping bottles
n*gga i’m just standing
i’m so high smoked a zip
i don’t know whеn i’ll be landing
gave a b*tch my whole hеart
how i end up with a bandage
i don’t really f*ck with yb
but n*gga i’m a bandit
she asking to go out
i had to ask her did she plan it
i don’t really really drink i get drunk
forget what happened
everything that i do
i like to do it with some passion
i dropped outta school
i’m not knew to all the passing
she see i got the blues
only reason why she dancin

i told myself i gotta be the man
gotta do sh*t different gotta make a plan
been through a lot of pain but i still took a stand
when my daddy passed away i just held his hand
if you drive the rental right you can make some bands
i use corona as an excuse not to shake your hand
he think he famous cuz his insta’ say musician slash band

i know some young n*ggas who be f*ckin’ with the meth
stanky ass weed you can smell it on my breath
a lot of sh*t that i did right but went left
a lot of muhf*ckas that i loved but i left

i only like wings, thighs, n*gga or some br**sts
i only smoke gage weed n*gga it’s the best
you say you going east i’m going west
had a lil problem got it handled with a text
i told you p*ssy ass n*ggas that i’m coming next
gotta connect at the bank
gone head and bring them checks
now the b*tches all they wanna talk about
n*gga is s*x
they say who at the doe’ i don’t know let me check

how you feel everywhere you go
you gotta take a glance
we been looking when we find you
my n*gga issa dance
i don’t sag money in my pocket pulling down my pants
(pulling down my pants)
he said that he gone slide we gone give his ass a chance

unc been drunk as h*ll
i’m just looking at his stance
he said he off the meds
yeah i think he off the zans
n*ggas be pepperoni
you ain’t been the same n*gga
since we caught yo homie
i know that n*gga mad his girlfriend a phony
i know that n*gga mad d*mn
his lil b*tch a groupie
(a lil groupie)
pulled the glock & left him sh*tty i had left p**py
i don’t know the b*tch she bad
she giving up the cookie
get the whooping n*ggas ass like my name was pootie
when it comes to tits and ass i gotta go with booty
had to run back in the crib i had left the tooly
(man trippin)
i remember i was down they used to overlook me
now if i don’t know you it’s a band to book me
as a member of the game i ain’t no f*cking rookie
she ain’t used to popping bottles she thought
i was shooting
i like to run my own sh*t you can call me putin

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