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this ones for us! - jpegmafia lyrics

[intro]
yo, yo you good?
everything about jpeg’s i like
yeah, yeah
[?]

[verse 1]
all of my babies is [?]
all my month, [?]
pretty thot make me put the cash in the mattress
i’ma be sendin’ them nothing (ooh)
straight sl*t whippin’ flash
n*ggas can tell that you frontin’, down for that
every episode, i’m sick and i feel so digusted
p*ss drunk, thinking ’bout how n*ggas jealous of me when i loved (mhm)
n*ggas ain’t loyal at the function
ink dry, crackers took the whole pint, gave you a fraction
cut it out, snort it out, pistol tote if you play with my passion
it’s a whole new world but it looks like my map loaded first y’all lagging, huh
white writers wanna pay me, except you can’t handle the facts that i’m rapping
unbelievablе, young jury stacking
don’t n0body wan’ play with me, back up
f*ck your playlist, i do what i want now
made a speed [?] bustdown

[verse 2]
forty*five and it camе with three holes in the trigger, the new ones got b*tterflies on ’em now
i think i am a k!ller, came back from kuwait and these n*ggas is looking like targets now
i ain’t sippin’ no liquor tonight ’cause that court book got me feeling broken like hardy now
and you n*ggas ain’t n*ggas, you just became n*ggas ’cause n*ggas is making a profit now (fake ass n*gga)
white boy scared of the peg and pride but postin’ they black squares now
when you see me, better say it with your chest and you better have a vest, i don’t waste rounds (yeah)
give a f*ck about a check, give a f*ck about respect
if the sig jam, come close, lay your body down
702, all i want is a sound
armor, give ’em some lyricism (ayy)
twin kimbers, prince and his blouse
lost world when i’m back in the town
stainless, i brought the raptors out
bloodhounds, baby trackin’ him down
closer away n*ggas fearin’ it now (ha), yeah
[verse 3]
alright, last chance, enemies end up on last dance
spinnin’ that p*ssy, go back in, back out
eating ass, feel like pacman
rich and been a black batman
industry don’t wanna back him
it’s alright though, still successful, government still wanna back me
all guns still registered, mm*hmm
hipster n*ggas, so regular, up in williamsburg, lookin’ h*lla dumb (fact)
i used to try to be nice to ’em, now i just know that they jealous of me
faded all of my dms (yeah), apologize then delete ’em
crackers threaten not to cover me
whole staff white, ain’t no colorin’
must be a cab night, eric sundermann
[?] andy cohen, just smotherin’ women
you threaten my money, i’m sn*tchin’ your spirit
that’s why i feel nothing for none of you b*tches
leaders is rapists, rest of y’all suspicious
that liberal arts degree really ain’t hitting
f*ck a time [?] do dishes
your boss is a rapist, what did i do? i missed it
black, beautiful, and d*mn, i’m gifted
you being white just got you that position
you not with the sh*t, you not good at business
you vague with your threats, i’m direct with my pistol

- jpegmafia lyrics

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