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mjpaid & fordio - what happened lyrics

[intro: mjpaid]

[verse 1: mjpaid]
where the f+ck did time go? i just woke up to some racks
i be movin’ swift as h+ll, grabbin’ giffies off the rack
i might show a lil’ love but i gotta have my tax
(i got jacks every city, he don’t want ’em, they ain’t [?])
f+ck, times got a switch, he can’t wait to catch him lackin’
i got virgil on my kicks, n+ggas wonderin’ what happened (what happened?)
dunce with the pin, you might catch us out in kansas
r.i.p $cam, got a couple msrs, sh+t [?]

[verse 2: fordio]
in our jam, i be goin’ far oh, this hard to track
i just poured dirty every time i turn it to be a track
got bottles off that stillpane on ice, load manage
i ain’t with the romantic ho, drac’ you know i’m grabbin’
i walk in store full time, active, know i’m on cameras
if bro don’t know wе settin’ up shop and handin’ out testers
know this ain’t for you, you probably nеrvous under pressure
think the feds on me tryna find the nearest exit

[verse 3: mjpaid]
ain’t tryna leave no trace, brodie got a sh+ll catcher
i’m sellin’ dreams, n+ggas think i’m sellin’ methods
false claim the hoods, i can tell he ain’t connected
i ain’t think about no b+tch, mj got a money fetish
thinkin’ ’bout my slimes, heard our calls be collected
i done f+cked up some racks but i had to learn my lesson
n+ggas broke as f+ck with some [?]
i can’t lie, i got jammed, how the f+ck i’ma [?]?
[verse 4: fordio]
spilled codeine on margiela while scammin’ out [?]
it don’t make not a dime, then my time, can’t invest it
get to what i’m tryna reach or go whatever hype [?]
bring back a load with your bros, i swear ain’t no feelin’ better
yeah, i’m lookin’ off the [?] everything plus the extras
she gon’ be runnin’ for a while lookin’ for forty to catch her

[verse 5: mjpaid & fordio]
i just made a twenty, stack half and i spent ten
don’t end up swimmin’ with the fishes, times [?] in
[?] rudy did, slide again
claire with you, make a week off a two dollar bin (ping)
in the city, stillpane, in the bay, it’s trish
i done sent him to the [?], cappin’ at the crib
i’m on the phone with the rep, this sh+t like a quiz

[outro: mjpaid]
all the f+ckin’ questions ’bout the pro

- mjpaid fordio lyrics

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