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key to the city (bonus track) - papi jd lyrics

key to the city (bonus track) lyrics
i just stomped this b*tch out
n’ broke my f*cking leg
(lmf40*)nah’ i’m just talking sh*t
n*ggas talking crazy, you can f*ck around
n’ catch a clip
i snap on every beat like a pencil tip

all black designer if you catch my drift
i only f*ck with fire when i can easily flip a zip
i know you wasn’t expecting my mouthpiece
off the rip
i don’t f*ck with lean but i guess ima’ take a sip

b*tch (inaudible…) f*cked around get tricked
all i want is money if it’s only making sense
shut the f*ck up! she got to counting up my bricks!
yes i’m punching backwards and i’m getting all my l!cks

we f*cked a couple times
got a movie fl!ck
just got caught up with some zans
i ain’t even got an’ script
y’all trippin off (inaudible…) begin to flip

they trying to arrest me and i ain’t even do sh*t
that’s not my f*cking fault your man’s soft
and got your crew hit
n*ggas talking reckless like i ain’t even hip
your lucky i ain’t gotta knock your melon out your blimp

yeah n*gga…

riding past my old b*tch, with my new b*tch
pull the lilo’ out he gone need more than a stitch
my girl be trippin i think she is a witch
everybody want money n*gga but can’t be rich

when i smoke the weed, yeah jd tend to twitch
i then took off, yo’ mans said it was ah’ glitch
i then talked off, told yo’ mans that i flipped a switch
rob a n*gga by his partner nem’ i’m the grinch

you poured up a 5th i poured up a 8th
you be smoking petty grams, i just roll all 8ths’
it’s a lot of hoe ass sh*t that’s going on today
when i’m on my ass i turn to god n’ i just pray

had to take a trip, i just landed in the bay
ima’ shooter but my shooter, shooting sh*t, like he klay
i remember i took a break and they said i went away
last time i had some peace i swear it was in may
man i miss the mkz’ that b*tch was h*lla’ grey
a b*tch can’t get sh*t from me n*gga, not even hey
i was broke on my f*cking ass, with nowhere to stay
turned 20, i’m still learning sh*t sorry for the delay

we don’t do drive by’s, yeah we call them
(hit n runs)
catching ass when she throw it n*gga, just call me megatron’
she call me the baby, but naw’ i ain’t babytron’
y’all n*ggas out here cappin’ please n*gga stop lying

hold up baby*call you back*i gotta make a play
hold up please, please don’t swerve i think i see the state
on 94 heading west just call it a date
was really tired of starving so i made my own plate

plug on speed dial, just hold the number 8
drunk off the henny’ blowed off the wood
i ain’t walking straight
told me to come at 5 and so was h*lla’ late
they told me to do the show i said bring me the pape’

i turned down a lot of sh*t just for future sakes
i then seen a lot of rats, i then seen a lot of snakes
when them n*ggas turned they back
i just paved my own way
when she told me to leave
it took everything to stay
rip to my pops, yeah i miss em’ everyday
yeah i say that sh*t a lot, can’t let his name die away
yeah i’m really tryna flex, i’m just tryna enjoy my stay
everybody’s gonna die but we don’t know the date

catch em’ lackin’ run down on a n*gga in his own driveway
or if a n*gga fat catch his ass, we at the buffet
doing a hunnit’ na’ i can’t lie on southfield fwy
i then did a lot of sh*t that i might have to repay

- papi jd lyrics

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