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it’s time - papi jd lyrics

it was time to start rapping
i was tired of playing with you n*ggas
pull up onna’ n*gga
hand onna’ trigger
i’m tryna end a n*gga
call me a public figure
but when you see me don’t approach
a n*gga
i won’t tussle with ya’
i spent 900 on a mussle n*gga
tell me how to play it
if cuz’ got it i promise he gone spray it
i don’t have to pay
if i’m with her know i f*cked okay
hey how was your day
man sh*t touched a light 5k
i’ll be back that way
but if i hit this drink probably not
today

pull up on strip
the b*tches bad they just want a tip
throw it in the air
look around all these b*tches strip
baby f*ckin’ thick
look at her hips bro look at her sh*t
her n*gga f*ckin’ sick she taking d*ck
and sent her back with sh*t

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pole on my hip
but cuz sh*t ah’ make ah’ n*gga flip
i don’t f*ck with bricks
but my fam plugged they get off with it
so tell me who to hit
pay the fee and we’ll handle it
smoking in the whip
with the tint
passed the hook and sh*t
y’all n*ggas counterfeit
and we can see it
why y’all faking it
the glizzy like to twitch
when it go off i can’t control the sh*t
man my life is lit
and it’s a gift and ima’ cherish it
blowing up
n*ggas turning heads
like would you look at this

b*tches everyday i’m like yay
who ima’ f*ck today
i know a b*tch who be in the kitchen
i think her name was jade
call up my momma
y’all call me jd but she call me jay
i know some k!llers
who’ll creap up on you
you will not be saved

i just met a b*tch
we at the ace of spades
call up team gladiator
the sting we bout’ to raid
that n*gga kept it real
he got a n*gga paid
anytime he call n*gga
and i’m at his aid
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listen n*gga next time i muf*ckin’ call you
you better answer the muf*ckin’ phone
and i’m not gone say that sh*t again light skin n*gga)

pull up on ah’ b*tch
she the sh*t
made her hit the splits
baby this sh*t sick
yo’ p*ssy good
you got me cumming quick
baby she so fine
i hit her in the whip
baby she be going crazy
she left alotta’ spit

smoking out the zip
and i’m driving
can barely steer the whip
and i’m steady taking hits
man we just making hits
fry a n*gga up
turn his ass into some bacon bits
the life that a n*gga live bro
i had to take some risk

i only know the n*gga block
so we swept the whole street
tired of n*ggas talking crazy
they be talking sweet
catch a n*gga out in traffic
might just get his ass beat
yo’ b*tch a runner n*gga
i thought she was an athlete

- papi jd lyrics

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