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anna nicole freestyle - jpegmafia lyrics

[intro]
f*ckin’ idiot
say, yeah
all this money, all this money
all this money, all this money, yeah
all this money, all this money, say
yeah

[verse 1]
i know it hurts, i feel this sh*t for years and i can’t go back (yeah)
money in my purse, homie, that’s your rent
lil’ n*gga, that’s not no stack (facts)
young kelly ripa, woke up early mornin’ thirst trappin’ that (alright)
young michael stra’ cut through the lines and aim straight for gat’ (pssht)
n*gga, where is your team at?
archie bunker to these dingbats
left home and brought rings back
rode the car, pulled out the king bat
hit the stage, yeah, i dream that
i be missin’ how the crowd react
hop in the lift with the knife and the gat’
show out, we make sure you nap, easy street
industry n*ggas be needin’ me (what else?)
i’m on the edge like bdb
once i get that champagne in me this kool moe doe vs. busy b
ha, build my legacy, ha*ha, what you got for me?
fourteen, fourteen, half an o by midnight, i had seven gs
smoke your b*tch out when i’m in town, get her in my show for free
freaky b*tch, she kiss my neck and make me feel like devin heat
i mean devyn hen’, bringin’ press with the pen
strip the beat, break down the stems, compress it, bussin’ (boy)
i feel like anna nicole gettin’ paid off of these old n*ggas in the grave
i got a desi and i got a k, bdb and shanaynay
spit in that p*ssy and look in the face
call my main b*tch gina payne
beats put your favorite artist in place
my baby love when i eq the bass
you know you winnin’ when just do this and n*ggas gotta hate (ha)
can’t keep this pace (huh), eatin’ good every day (huh)
same ho, same sp*ce (huh), n*ggas singin’ like case (huh)
i be in my own way (huh)
i wanna see my b*tch get money and prosper every day

[break]
yeah, look

[verse 2]
no sremmlife, but i’m a black beetle (word)
slugs on me like moss, people
[?] say, [?] don cheadle
baby, you know that this weapon was lethal
f*ck other rappers, we never been equal
bustin’ at n*ggas like harris and klebold
star of the show but you won’t get a sequel
compare and contrast, we got different contracts (yeah)
i own all my sh*t, you work for craig kellerman and comcast
young inspector gadget, you b*tches get to pick up my slack
ha*ha, more bread for me
your life don’t mean sh*t to me, last night i had an epiphany
(f*ckin’ beetlejuice or some sh*t, hahaha)
i reappropriated bigotry
got these crackers all up in their feelings
b*tch, i’m with the racket, vijay singh
you ain’t really ratchet, you a f*ckin’ flea

[outro]
yeah, it’s nasty
all this money, all this money
all this money, all this money
all this money, all this money
all this money, all this money, yeah

- jpegmafia lyrics

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