Jd Era

Jd Era - Trophies lyrics

rate me

I heard they talkin talkin bout me

Fuck what you heard, bitch

I'm the best, I say it proudly

And truth be told, Toronto ain't the same

Without me!

All eight niggas rape me like a naughty

These balls ain't for begginers

For classy lassies (???)

They'll drink, they call me,

Need the movie, I don't (???)

Won't catch me slipping,

Niggas trapped up like in Velcro

I'm sellin white, this shit like Larry Elbows

Pick the shit, I tell hoes, (bust it!)

Bitch, don't talk, just (bust it!)

Spin like I got no budget

You ain't fuckin, fuck it

Thuggin a republican (???)

Hoes don't love it, hoes don't love it

In my face like a Jason mask

All day long I'm chasin cash

Smoke that good, I'll make it last

Got about a pound, I don't need to pass

Drop on my suit as I enter

On another arena

Used to keep that working so my act

Will got remember

You show up to my city, frontin'

We hitting agendas

Please don't fuck upon that ass, you

Performing, now I'm bending, nigga

For the record, that some TO shit

Speaking of TO, what's the weather right now like?

Minus 20? Minus 30?

You American niggas look like

All this fairing in Fahrenheit

Cold like a motherfucker, man

For me?

Step outside and I'm still on fire, nigga

AAAAh,

This is not a fucking love song

This a fire plug, and plucking me more with gloves on

Mr. You not shamping pappy, oh My Gosh, holmes

It's that killer beats, I'm working on my buzz songs

Ride up in the club songs, ride around in that goul ride

When the time, with no roof top

Youngen thinkin he 2Pac

Thug life with 2 Glocks

I just move to a new spot

New view, new bitch

Hash tag, new everything, but you

New niggas all knew this

Eyes watching the Judice

Cause you can't trust a soul

They'll set you up and then wet you up

Them boys outta control

Filling, cashing all of that coco

Nigga tied up on that sofa

Like fuck the couch, gun in your mouth

It ain't safe to say that it's over

You want paper, fuck the credit

Mad at me if I said it

If he once belonged to you then I don't want it

Bitch, forget it

King-Kong and you niggas pathetic

You can leave here on your own

Or you can leave with paramedics

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