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lirik lagu mjpaid & fordio - idky

[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

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