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papi jd - my reign lyrics

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(verse 1)

b-tch i nvr left

quit saying that i’m back

n-gga i’m counting dough

b-tch i tote the strap

everywhere i go

flippin peeper jack

n-gga you’s a hoe

nun new to that

got so much cash

that sh-t grow on trees

n-ggas really -ss

i’m bussin like the bees

i’m sorry that you trash

b-tch get on yo knees

n-gga doin the dash

like i’m need for speed

b-tch i’m on the top

the moneys comin in

the sh-t that i’m gone drop

tee grizzly ima win

i’m running thru this paper

she blow me like a fan

y’all n-ggas is sum haters

i’m trippin off this zan

they call him lil dope

that n-gga he is trash

he wear his daddy shoes

he flash his momma cash

did u see his shoes

oh yes them fake jays

look at the bottom

them btcs grey

come on lil dope

jus go n give it up

big bag petter pan

shut the f-ck up

they call u lil dope

but n-gga u is wack

yo should be lil fake

jus like what’s in yo raps

n-gga i’m not hating

i’m jus speaking facts

those yo daddy gl-sses

oh yea we noticed that

n-gga you can’t beat me

especially not with raps

you stole somebody lyrics

oh yea we hip to that

i ate that n-gga up

now he all quiet

n-gga i’m jus chillin

like i’m auto pilot

b-tch i wear all black

cuz n-gga it get violent

my baby -ss is fat

so i sent her on a diet

let’s flash back a year

n-gga u got exsposed u

by my n-gga tim?

d-mn y’all still bros

i’m sorry i had to say it

my n-gga it’s the truth

how yo girl feel you sent a d-ck pick to a dude

n-gga you is g-y

end of discussion

hit him with the ray

instant concussion

n-gga ion play

when i get da bussin

pulled out the k

look at em running

n-gga where u stay

a pull up is nothin

n-gga you beta pray

my n-gga i ain’t bluffin

btc i think i’m clay shooting sh-t up like it’s nothing

sippin on this lean

call it robatoucin

my life is f-cking great

my btc is f-cking fine

my n-gga i been ate

your hoe is not a dime

btc i’m on the top

it’s been my f-cking time

the sh-t that i’m gone drop

it’s better than 69

na theses n-ggas salty

they can’t spit no rhymes

y’all d-cksuck each other

we all see it are y’all blind

n-gga who is you?

i don’t kno ya name

pulled out the glock

then i blew out his brains



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