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touchdown - papi jd lyrics

i took risk
i was making plays back when cars
took the disc
i wasn’t in the streets
i was in and out the mix
it was running hard
i just had to hop the fence
had to watch out from the soakers
i prayed to god i ain’t get drenched

my n*gga caught a body
free the real he got pinched
i did a couple rounds with the
choppa it’s gone hit
make sure you got protection
please watch out for the blitz
and if he got a problem
pull up and blow that sh*t

smoking on a pack
my cousin had dropped that sh*t
naked b*tches in the set
cuz i think i popped that b*tch
on a whole notha level like peezy
i’m ghetto rich
went from working at tim hortons
to signing b*tches tits
every timе i leave the stu’
feel likе i made a hit
here and there back and forth
all different typa fits
had to garnish my old ways
cuz really it wasn’t it
had to blow on the reefah
to make sure that it hit

all round the hood my name
it’s ringing b*tch
he got mad that his hoe
she was banging my sh*t
couple n*ggas tapped in
yea for features and sh*t
they ain’t wanna pay the price
told them they can suck a d*ck

really by my f*cking self
just my family and my b*tch
couple people that i knew
disloyal than a b*tch
how you rob a n*gga with me
get caught and then you snitched
how the f*ck you my homie
where they f*ck was you at b*tch
haters wanna see me fail
to bad i got f&ns
i gotta couples losses on me
that’s why i steady win
i’ll blow a n*gga body
leave his soul was in the wind
counted up a hunnit k n*gga
i think in all tens

every time i hit the streets
every corner that i bend
i look left i look right n*gga
then i drive again
babygirl she be mad
like really it’s not pretend
how ima live my life
i dunno how it’s gonna end

sat down for 3 days!
i ain’t going again
when i’m up gone get security
take trips to pakistan
black forces on my feet
today i’m grimey d*mn
i’ll take a n*gga sh*t
they like jd you a ham
high n*gga
i just touched a star
i ain’t future no pluto
n*gga i’m on mars
couple choices to make
like what kinda car
couple shawtys’ with me
the white one popped a bar

they say how long you going
man i’m going far
wanna be old and rich one day
blowing a fat cigar
in the kitchen on the stove
i still got the scar
man these n*ggas super sweet
they at hookah bar

- papi jd lyrics

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