(Klergy) I've been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin like a Rasta Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies show up on your block They make that thing go grrra-da-da-da (Papi JD) I was sitting at home, gotta text from all type of ppl Asking me questions, i didn’t kno what they meant dude So i called up my auntie, asked her what’s going on Heard my granny, crying that’s why it’s a sad song They told me jason jr. sum den happened to yo dad He was in a accident, and we believe it’s pretty bad At that moment i was stuck, didn’t kno how to respond Tears on my face, next minute i was crying I said huh what you mean? This gotta be a dream Had a talk with the team Red shirt like a beam Tears flowing steady like a stream I’m so hot call me steam White paint call me cream This not a joke not a meam I’m so mad i could scream Giving me the news mainstream Nothing ain’t really what it seem Dawg i’m doing it for the team Brothers and sisters what i mean Y’all all kno what i mean It’s crazy what about me I lost my daddy what you mean (Klergy) I've been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin like a Rasta Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies show up on your block They make that thing go grrra-da-da-da (Papi JD) Can’t believe that you gone How i’m supposed to move on I feel like ima alone Ain’t nobody calling my phone From the hood yea the zone And you kno we from the Mo (bright) daddy i miss you All white like the snow Dressed in all black You should already kno Dawg i’m getting older Already knew i’d grow Ima pay my debt And anything that i owe You can’t copy me I gotta whole different flow Bang bang like i’m sosa Cuz boy im bouta glow Career taking off It’s about time though Riding dirty thru the city Yea my car sitting low Riding with the choppa On my way to a show Ion mess witchu Babygirl you a hoe Step in the club Man errybody like woah Dad this for you man Watch me down below Ima make you proud I think that you kno (Klergy) I've been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin like a Rasta Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies show up on your block They make that thing go grrra-da-da-da
Read the complete lyrics to "Roc-Star" by Papi JD from the album "JD Speaks" in 2018. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.
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"Roc-Star" appears on "JD Speaks" in 2018.
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