| Yo, yo you good?
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| Everything about JPEG’s I like
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| Yeah, yeah
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| All of my babies is
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| All my month,
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| Pretty thot make me put the cash in the mattress
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| I’ma be sendin' them nothing (Ooh)
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| Straight slut whippin' flash
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| Niggas can tell that you frontin', down for that
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| Every episode, I’m sick and I feel so digusted
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| Piss drunk, thinking 'bout how niggas jealous of me when I loved (Mhm)
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| Niggas ain’t loyal at the function
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| Ink dry, crackers took the whole pint, gave you a fraction
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| Cut it out, snort it out, pistol tote if you play with my passion
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| It’s a whole new world but it looks like my map loaded first y’all lagging, huh
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| White writers wanna pay me, except you can’t handle the facts that I’m rapping
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| Unbelievable, young jury stacking
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| Don’t nobody wan' play with me, back up
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| Fuck your playlist, I do what I want now
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| Made a speed bustdown
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| Forty-five and it came with three holes in the trigger, the new ones got
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| butterflies on 'em now
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| I think I am a killer, came back from Kuwait and these niggas is looking like
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| targets now
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| I ain’t sippin' no liquor tonight 'cause that court book got me feeling broken
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| like Hardy now
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| And you niggas ain’t niggas, you just became niggas 'cause niggas is making a
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| profit now (Fake ass nigga)
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| White boy scared of the Peg and pride but postin' they black squares now
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| When you see me, better say it with your chest and you better have a vest,
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| I don’t waste rounds (Yeah)
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| Give a fuck about a check, give a fuck about respect
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| If the SIG jam, come close, lay your body down
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| 702, all I want is a sound
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| Armor, give 'em some lyricism (Ayy)
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| Twin kimbers, Prince and his blouse
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| Lost world when I’m back in the town
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| Stainless, I brought the raptors out
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| Bloodhounds, baby trackin' him down
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| Closer away niggas fearin' it now (Ha), yeah
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| Alright, last chance, enemies end up on last dance
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| Spinnin' that pussy, go back in, back out
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| Eating ass, feel like Pacman
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| Rich and been a black Batman
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| Industry don’t wanna back him
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| It’s alright though, still successful, government still wanna back me
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| All guns still registered, mm-hmm
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| Hipster niggas, so regular, up in Williamsburg, lookin' hella dumb (Fact)
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| I used to try to be nice to 'em, now I just know that they jealous of me
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| Faded all of my DMs (Yeah), apologize then delete 'em
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| Crackers threaten not to cover me
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| Whole staff white, ain’t no colorin'
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| Must be a cab night, Eric Sundermann
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| Andy Cohen, just smotherin' women
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| You threaten my money, I’m snatchin' your spirit
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| That’s why I feel nothing for none of you bitches
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| Leaders is rapists, rest of y’all suspicious
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| That liberal arts degree really ain’t hitting
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| Fuck a time do dishes
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| Your boss is a rapist, what did I do? |
| I missed it
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| Black, beautiful, and damn, I’m gifted
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| You being white just got you that position
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| You not with the shit, you not good at business
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| You vague with your threats, I’m direct with my pistol |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song THIS ONES FOR US! , by - JPEGMAFIA. Song from the album EP2!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп