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exmilitary - jpegmafia lyrics

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uh, uh, ta*da
i heard you got dirt on me,

my famo discourage me, my exes threw dirt on me
(pistol wrapped in dirty sheets, pistol wrapped in dirty sheets)

i mighta broke yo’ homegirl off, but you ain’t gotta unfollow me (facts)
i got ex*friends, know my number and still turn on me
i’m her ex*man, but she pretend she never heard of me
ho, watch what you say, lie on my name, that there is perjury

you living up there with uncеrtainty (for real)
i promise, before you go, i won’t address you personally
but when them boys get to it, they gon’ do it to you purposely

say that sh*t, say that sh*t
say that sh*t, say that sh*t

[verse 2]
pass the rock, i’m open again
past the point of postin’ my friends

why f*ck on her? i can f*ck on her friend
most of you n*ggas can’t f*ck with my pen

that ain’t got no black friends
, but all i see is n*ggas playing pretend

free my bm, she ain’t do sh*t
packin’ you up, send you back to your ends
dead in the water, you swimming with sharks
dm your b*tch, play that ho like a harp (f*ck her)
took that b*tch shoppin’, go check out my cart (gimme that)
switch up the energy, cover the scars

i pledge allegiance, my— uh
[bridge]
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—

[verse 3: jpegmafia & david velasco]
i pledge allegiance to my n*ggas, my hoes, my b*tches and me

, every enemy, painted as soft
if you break up, delete it and crop,
nepo*baby sh*t, these b*tch n*ggas always got they hand out
b*tch*ass n*gga be down for the slide in the crowd when they see a man down, huh!
b*tch, i not just throwing paint at the wall, i don’t do nothing but ball

this an official decision, i don’t give a f*ck
i’m on the cusp
i’m on a mission, dressed like a mortician

cap on his calender, n*ggas need silencers

humbles and challenges, hard to keep balance
i’m set on the version, i’m feeding my cubs

i take a n*gga talkin’ sh*t down to the back road, peggy live life in the backrooms, huh! huh, huh!
i ain’t born rich,

run it up, run it up, run it,
countin’ up, countin’ up all this bread and— (whoo)
[outro]

easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—

- jpegmafia lyrics

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