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key 3 - papi jd lyrics

key 3 lyrics
papi jd b*tch i’m the guy
driving so fast one error ima die
put a n*gga in a box he a pumpkin pie
roll his slow ass up smoking turtle pie

getting to cheese like ima rat
f*cked her for 30 mins straight from the back
n*ggas flashing unemplyoment
i been had the racks
n*ggas said jd changed i still had they back

took a trip to the 6 had to double back
these n*ggas straight cap they can’t even rap
pull up to the party n*gga it’s a wrap
f*ck security
i go everywhere with my strap

ran off on the plug
he tryna call me back
ran off with yo b*tch
have brodie bring her back
n*ggas know me i get a lot of hate
b*tches hate me i buss down then skate

everybody in this b*tch really fake
hit up randy at the gate
the n*gga got mad hanged up
he said i’m late
im eating so good it’s a lot on my plate
i’m dragging the skat it take off we can race
50 thousand in blues i’ll throw it in yo face
b*tches they pick & choose so now i can’t date

really the cash rules it’s bound to be my fate
i already high as h*ll rolling up some dank
this sh*t that i’m smoking came from another state
the reason i’m winning god said ima do great
i gotta leave the hood planning on a great escape

apologized to my b*tch i really wasn’t wrong
yes i kiss her ass especially when in a thong
i’m on 75 i’m heading to the dome
i used to get more head than a f*cking comb

riding around it won’t be long
they gone f*ck with it cuz it’s my song
turn 20 2020 n*gga it’s my year
cried some long nights had to wipe my tears

n*gga i’m on tec i don’t drink no beer
she got a fat ass told baby put it here
i’m everywhere and i’m not
did it in all up inna year
i’m tryna buy a yacht
and put it on lake saint clair
these n*ggas complain bout life
n*gga it ain’t fair
i’m getting the money
hide it in my b*tches hair
the sh*t that i’m on i’m over here
you over there
i’m f*cking her good
she call me teddy
papa bear
up all night i can’t sleep
if you ain’t there
how many times i told you
baby i don’t care
i’m down for whatever
like a game of truth or dare
had to sit down told zell pass me a chair

i’m so d*mn high i feel like i’m in the air
the glock it come 2 it’s a duce it’s a pair
got so much sh*t i don’t know what to wear
my dad got 20 kids i really had to share

when i’m down on my ass i turn to god
and say a prayer
n*ggas see me up in they dreams
i’m they worst nightmare
beat a n*gga ass he gone needa repair
y’all n*ggas broke at home on welfare
it broke a n*gga heart seeing granny in a chair
i don’t chase b*tches they f*cking volunteer
i know ima win yeah i see it crystal clear
i know ima win retire with a great career

i didn’t show up warrant fair failure to appear
i really don’t know where i’ll be next year
i really don’t know who got my back who really here
the sh*t i been through it took my heart and made a tare

i’m in tampa chillin with the buccaneers
i ride 3 deep but it ain’t no musketeer
i smoke so much loud it’s really hard for me to hear
a n*gga touch me have brodie disappear

my life on repeat in a circle like a sphere
it ain’t no n*gga out here that i fear
ride pass the club all you hear is b*tches cheer
played that b*tch crazy she think that i really care
tryna run up a million i need by next year
i been stopped crying my daddy gone he ain’t here

- papi jd lyrics

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