Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SUPER TUESDAY! , by - JPEGMAFIA. Release date: 05.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SUPER TUESDAY! |
| Nigga think he Steph Curry, boy, you Ilgauskas |
| Pop filter, bump stockin' |
| One shot turn Steve Bannon into Steve Hawking |
| R. Kelly, jiggalo, I’m dough pilin' |
| But I don’t fuck with little kids, bitch, I ain’t Woody Allen |
| Now how you let a nigga run you out your own city? |
| (Word) |
| How you never catch a win, but you catchin' feelings? |
| (Yeah) |
| I ain’t tryna have debates, I just bake bitches |
| Put a price on your head, send my niggas fishin' |
| Boy, you really Craig Mack but you think you Diddy |
| Put this fuck nigga in a bag, he the new Missy |
| How you let a **** nigga call you nigga? |
| (Psh, hahaha) |
| Uh |
| More money, less fame, push my tracks deep |
| These niggas ain’t reviewin' your music, they reviewin' you |
| Keep it to yourself, get your money, baby, keep doin' you |
| Step out of line and show these Plaxicos what the Ruger do |
| Now who is you? |
| Double barrel, twin magic |
| Hit the W, go through the roof |
| Base swell up and go through the coupe |
| Pacin' at this nigga house like Peggy finna hula hoop, uh |
| Lines around the block feel like Super Tuesday |
| Bad leather Biden, baby, we need new things |
| Makin' love to your girl, pullin' tracks out the strings |
| Pat the weave, I gotta water the soil 'fore I plant the seed |
| Lots of information in these bars and schemes |
| These niggas basic, all they know is jokes and memes |
| Now let’s face it, you hate me because you ain’t me |
| You think because I mention forums we the same type of dweeb? |
| Fifth up in your face when I catch you off-key |
| This is how it taste when you talkin', don’t read |
| Nipples on my suit, I’m lookin' for Mr. Freeze, cut the green |
| I don’t got fans, I got fiends, what you mean? |
| Show up to the studio, I’m dressed like Harley Queen |
| I don’t want no picture, give a fuck about your 'zine |
| Snitches gettin' Christian, hope you rat up on your team |
| Tell me all your secrets, pour out one Lil B |
| Tony Braxton pistol had 'em talkin' in his sleep |
| These niggas don’t rap, they incriminate on beat |
| All I do is spit facts, get money, make heat |
| Spit up in her ass, let her know that I’m a freak, don’t speak |