Lyrics THE GHOST OF RANKING DREAD! - JPEGMAFIA

THE GHOST OF RANKING DREAD!

Everything about JPEG’s I like
Ain’t nothing wrong with the two of us
Know that
Put it down just like you miss me
Know that
Ain’t nothing wrong with the two of us
Know that
Miss me
Know that
Uh, oh, I got baby momma in the back seat
The other baby momma won’t stop harrassin' me
I can’t keep up with these girls
I just want quiet and peace
There’s more than dick in this world
Bitch, take me outta the streets
Gotta keep, fuck every one of you
I got the gun Give it back, I ain’t doing (For real)
She said I’m done with you, I had my fun with you
Take me back to the streets
Watch your tongue when you talk to this geek
Choppa don’t jam, it’s like one of y’all beats
Stay in the lab, get the fuck out the streets
This is not what you want
This is not where you at
This not it
I finesse and I jerk in that bitch
Give it back, I ain’t doing that shit
Can’t do shit on your own, don’t you need the assist?
… you be spittin'
Off-beat shit ain’t gon' make you a livin'
Teach you somethin' since you think that I’m kiddin'
Woah, third-eye rappin' ass niggas
flows, report for an image
Woah, called up the minister, something just ain’t addin' up
But lions and leopards they meant to be jiggy
Hill, they say meant to be pretty
Niggas named after baking soda, but he never touched no fuckin' coke and you see
She’s so thick, hit that bitch with a fast ball, she fuck for an image
Heard your tape but I didn’t get a mention
Last year bitch, I be the sentence
That’s why these hoes just want the attention
Stop talking
I see you blur your face for the 'Gram
I blur your face, forensics
With the star bitch, I’m Jimi Hendrix
I’m Eddie, wait, Kendricks, man