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lirik lagu the real jd – papi jd

d*mn baby what you on
i see you down now you calling gone
when i was broke they ain’t call my phone
since i’m up they won’t leave me lone

d*mn kodak might be a clone
high as f*ck i’m in a different zone
n*gga roll me up a al capone
praying every night that i make it home

family i feel bad though
i felt like i should’ve passed out mo dough
should’ve gave moms a roof bro
should’ve moved granny back into a home

sh*t be getting to me
like when i roll a wood and it’s all cookie
like i wasn’t outta school with the roll with me
took a 10 hour drive she hit thе road with me

what you know bout this
random text from numbers likе boy i miss
i was 18 years old with 5% the tint
bro i got a strap scr*pping n*gga it ain’t it
a n*gga fied on me best believe he gone get hit
it’s a lot of sh*t i’m not
but lotta sh*t i’m with
i remember going to school with the k to swiss
now b*tches begging me n*gga to drink my p*ss
a lotta hoes that i f*cked i just call em sis
a lotta people that i loss that i really miss
i was 19 years old with a couple scripts
if i get pulled over hoe you don’t say sh*t

whoo

fell off my feet
jewelry wet
flowing like a creek
champions
not designer
and not like meek
n*ggas p*ssy
swear to god
bro bro supa week
i don’t aim
the beam red
eating through yo meat
what i make in a day
n*gga you make in weeks
they like jd where you from
15th that’s the street
all around tint boy
i like to move discreet
my shooter nba
i swear to god that boy elite
bro you think shìt sweet
well n*gga trick or treat
the way i live my life
i swear this shìt is bitter sweet
when i lost my dad n*gga
i felt incomplete
keep the change that’s yo’ tip
oh and no receipt
black b*tch fat ass
beauty and petite
you hoes ain’t got shìt on my b*tch
na you can’t compete
took my baby out to dinner
whatever you wanna eat
i eat chicken homie
really you can hold the beef
my n*ggas riding
tie you down
then pull out yo t**th
my n*gga trippin
he got a thing for
cutting off the feet
promethazine in my system
so i’m feeling weak
high as h*ll steady driving
like jd do not blink
icy than a mf’
my jewelry freezing me
high in the stu’
record i gotta take a seat
if i f*ck up bro then just restart the best
these n*gga envy jd on the way i speak
i motivate the trap n*ggas
and the hoes that’s cheap
how you down to ride for me
but you leaving me
i lost many people n*gga i’m still grieving see
she sucked the soul out my sh*t
i couldn’t even see
we beat his ass that’s enough
bro just let him be
i’m still growing up
what do i wanna be
i want shawty by my side
it’s just you and me
the real
ain’t always what is seems
it come in lots of different forms
and many different schemes
all you gotta do is work hard
and pursue yo dreams
i can tell you just with that n*gga
comes with lots of things
lotta real lotta fake
lotta broken dreams
it’s the real
that’s the real
tell me what you think
so many choices on yo’ mind
with no time to think
so i can’t even ask you that
so how you asking me
see i can’t even show you that
that’s why you don’t show me

- papi jd

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