Lyrics:
stupid fools they ain't riding right
Moretime the gang move like some hookers, they probably just ride all night
Bro got the mop no JD bag, I don't think
Got a handle, JD on the mantle
Bad girls lookin' so fly
Some all-nighters, flickin' Zippo lighters
Everybody ridin' the sky
It's like we brought
in JD, no collabs
Labels tryna bring their contracts
But I'm a multimillionaire, hold that
Naught to sixty in 2.8 this year
So we don't need road
and two little girls in North Bay, Ontario
J.D. Pierson from New Harbour, Newfoundland
I work all over the world, I leave for four weeks at a time
This
Lauzane, Jardim Peri, Peruche, Casa Verde, Imirim, Pedra Branca
Jaçanã, Jardim Fontalis, muito obrigado
Cocaia, Jd. Primavera, Praia Paulistinha, Artur
wanted P's
While the mandem stayed hundred degrees
Want 110's, off key tees
Hit Pro B, old dry white knees
Hit JD's, HMV's, then I flipped it
Now I
bore him (Ouch)
Can't know him, I don't vouch, ayy
JD bag or that pouch, ayy
Might put a skeng in mum's couch, ayy
Big chain heavy, might slouch, ayy
oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh)
E con lo sguardo perso
Dentro a un cielo terso
Il cuore di JD e
una cosa con me
Rivederti da vicino convertirebbe Dio
Chissà se hai ancora voglia di fare l'amore con me
Me? ti ricordi di me, JD ?
Ormai credevo
stand ground see we do not run
I'll take JD now if you got some
This is that flow that you hoping will show got you waiting around
Pasting up pics
mans in Bow
We make them say bow
Trust me the whole clique on it
No more gears, tiptronic
Yea Jaykae's gettin' iconic
Little JD, Hypnotiq
It's
party in C-O-V, got bad B's coming from London
And I just backed five-six shots of the JD drink, now my head can't function
And my nigga Nav just sold
a track this year
Now how's that for a turnover?
I made a gilet and a holster
Felt like I looked in the mirror when I seen the new JD poster
And it sold
no big ting
I've got a new tracksuit, no big ting
See JD soon, no big ting
Some all-black split man's wig ting
Some matte black hitman sick ting
dressed in black
Walked to the bar, J.D. on the rocks
Tell a man cool, best relax
Talking hard? You can leave in a box
Don't say names, don't play games
in your face if you're facety
These idiots wanna act rough
Why? Blatantly
On a normal day outside JD
You're sitting at bus stops with old ladies
You and me sipping of a bottle of JD
We're spinning around, getting real dizzy
We're spinning around, 'til we both fall and hit the ground
But we
JD lives on my street, stole his fathers car
Drove it through the garage door.
So poor now working at the corner store,
Indentured to the damages,
and a pinch of PZ
Factor in some Swab and a shot of J-D
You keep calling me
Trying to get the recipe
'Cause we got just what you need
To fulfill your
we're better this way but we don't even care.
We're running on fumes now it's great.
Decisions I can't contemplate.
You're running on "j.d." and fate.
Cry
he really messing
Bottles on me, VIP, I lock off that section
So take a trip with me, girl
JD sips for me, girl
I can make you scream (I can make
Ey yo wassap J.D. nigga what's crackin'
What u doin, what's goin on, what's happenin'
See now-a-days I be pimpin n' macin n' sellin crack n
Niggaa
they know I'm the grime scene M. Bison
MCs act like they don't know every last word to my track cause I got 'em all frightened
I shut down JD in London
These damn pills ain't workin yet, I take a swig of JD
I took L's with bad B's, my ex girls they hate me
Run like Eddie Lacy, from problems I'm
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