Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ROUGH 7, artist - JPEGMAFIA. Date of issue: 05.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ROUGH 7 |
| Check, check, check |
| Check, check |
| Check, will you turn the beat up? |
| Brr |
| Oh, mmm, check, check, could you turn my vocals up? |
| Yeah, mmm, mmm |
| Brr |
| How could you not know? |
| What you meant to me |
| You and me are gonna be a bit |
| Know you laughin' away with friends |
| I’ll be up in a minute |
| Brr, brr, brr (Thank you, thank you) |
| Thank you, fuck you (Brr) |
| Fuck you (Brr), fuck you |
| Fuck you, fuck you |
| Fuck you, thank you (Brrat, brrat, brr) |
| I think I’m insane, do you love me? |
| I think I just came, do you trust me? |
| When I stare hard, you get ugly |
| I just look away at the money |
| I don’t come from money but they say I look expensive |
| He lay me on the table with a bag 'cause I’m his pension |
| If you with me you won’t go hungry (Uh-uh) |
| If you ain’t me, call me mommy |
| Fuckin' with the ghost in my body |
| Pray to the pussy let it calm me |
| Stretch marks on my skull, I wasn’t made for me at all |
| Cut me open with your jaw, lick the writing on the wall |
| I got a fat mouth, no collagen |
| I got a fat cat (Brrt) and my throat infinite (Brrt) |
| (Hey) He want a picture with Tommy |
| Save that shit like JPEG |
| She wanna know who’s Mommy? |
| Blood pact, wolf pack, hashtag |
| She put a gun to my halo |
| I talk to God and He calls me emo |
| He put a tongue to my halo |
| I talk to God and She calls me emo |
| You know, you know (Woah-ho-ho-ho, ha, ha) |
| Get up, get up |
| Stay up, get up, get back, we know |
| Got it, then I say no, say no |
| You think you know me |
| Look (Yeah) |
| Some of my friends got big dreams (Yeah) |
| Some of my friends tote big beams (Beams) |
| None of your friends get no cream (Brr) |
| These niggas look blank, got no theme (Brr) |
| Just got a new MAC, that’s fifteen (Yeah) |
| Young bald head nigga, I’m Mr. Clean |
| Caught a nigga off guard like Pistol Pete (Wow) |
| Light a square nigga up like Billie Jean (Damn, Peggy) |
| Just got a new grill, but I can’t eat (Huh) |
| But I gotta feed my motherfuckin' family |
| Gotta make it to the top and get a GRAMMY (Gotta get it) |
| But I be playin' with the drums like a band geek (Nasty) |
| Bitch nigga, don’t make me aggy |
| Dome shot, now you look like Cassie (Brrt) |
| Skinny nigga, but I’m built like a athlete (Wow) |
| AR same colors as khakis |
| You my sons but I don’t be the pappy |
| Stop wastin' my time (Uh) |
| These niggas done ran outta line (Yeah) |
| I’m strapped but I’m ready to die (Okay) |
| I feel like a thot when I cry (Huh) |
| I feel like a God when I rhyme (Huh) |
| I can’t believe that he ain’t signed (God) |
| Why? |
| No, the other |
| And if it doesn’t fit me I’ll give it back to you |