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mjpaid & fordio - idky كلمات الأغنية

[intro: fordio]
yeah (313 mafia)

[verse 1: fordio]
them juggs f_cked around and made a man
ap on the store, still got my cup in hand
might think you the feds, don’t call me by my government
what you know ’bout wipin’ down a piece ’til it’s dead?
i’m talkin’ juggs so the critics might not understand
she want my love, i’d rather give it to the meds, i don’t know why
i keep hearin’ codeine callin’ my name
six in a pop, swear it’s all drop, it ain’t healin’ the pain
can’t even tell you why i ain’t been back in days
it’s best to put them blues up for when it rain
mad what i spent on my pop, it’s pocket change
been knew they was fakin’ from the start, i ain’t amazed
gotta go and get it, bein’ broke ain’t just a phase
(it’s gon’ cost a ticket if you want me to kick some game)
every time i lose out on some fake, i seen a gang
leave a ho mad, only some pape’ is what i save

[verse 2: mjpaid]
money on the floor, that sh_t made
i ain’t lovin’ b_tches, all these b_tches be the same
i ain’t never trippin’, told the b_tch to do her thing
n_ggas mad as f_ck ’cause they broke as h_ll, who to blame?
sh_t, your d_mn self
n_ggas really scared to take a risk, he want his hand held
in the store, they givin’ that sh_t to us like it’s fan mail
band on my jeans, on my shoes, in my d_mn belt
playin’ roles with these n_ggas’ hoes like i’m denzel
i got mud in my pop, this sh_t look like jail
i got bands from my lawyer, i can’t go to jail
tried to give a b_tch my all, she ain’t notice still
i don’t pay for nothin’, i got punches like i’m holyfield
n_ggas, they don’t pour for real, and your b_tch, she know the deal
please [?] my n_ggas out the cage who got no appeal
young, i know bank, then i’m straight, and i’m so for real
they know what f_ckin’ time it is when i show the seal
[verse 3: fordio]
and i don’t see you in my future if i’m bein’ honest
that’s some new work, but in school, was late on all assignments
tryna make it out it scorin’ mud, guess i’m an all_timer
known to forget after i hit like i got alzheimer’s
he playin’ with some young money, guess he still a minor
know me, i keep runnin’ in stores, i ain’t gettin’ tired
scored on trish, i keep noddin’ off at empire
(nah, we don’t put up the same, i get a little higher)

[verse 4: mjpaid]
i can tell he got no money off of his attire
sh_t, if juggin’ was your job, why you n_ggas fired?
all these b_tches liars, if she not, i need to find her
all this f_ckin’ paper in my pockets, i might need a binder
he so broke, he codin’ off, with help, he need a siren
we in cali, drop two fours, thinkin’ ’bout kobe bryant
f_ck i up like fightin’, i got punches like i’m tyson
still put a four up in this pop and i don’t even like it

[outro: mjpaid]
this nasty_ass pop i just picked

- mjpaid fordio

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