Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song UNTITLED, artist - JPEGMAFIA. Date of issue: 23.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
UNTITLED |
| Because I like JPEGs |
| Eh, yeah |
| Uh |
| Damn, how ya want it then? |
| Industry done let a wolf in a pig pen |
| Big mouth, back it up, why you faking then? |
| And you niggas still ain’t did shit and I’m starting to feel like Zimmerman |
| Not fly, trap a star, strip a wing from him |
| Back in the city, you a pot that I’m pissing in |
| Ooh, somebody pray for this dweeb (Pray for 'em) |
| Some niggas die tryna make a-mends |
| They gon' find your bitchass face down |
| You want this nigga? |
| I’ll be that (Yeah) |
| In the grave I’ma be where your seed at |
| You still ain’t ran this fade |
| And you know that I’m still with that nonsense |
| Leave lil bitch in the field with no options |
| But you stay on my mind everyday, huh |
| Yeah, it’s no secret |
| Crown heavy on my head but I keep it (Yeah, yah) |
| In the grave like Pa, I’m hated |
| Amazon’s fresh at your door, bring the beef in |
| You still ain’t ran no fade |
| How the fuck am I still on your conscience |
| Know my enemies sick of this taunting |
| But you stay on my mind every day, yeah, for real |
| Uh, when it’s cold outside, get up in the office |
| Dead niggas steam better, lemme pick a coffin (Sure) |
| My main bitch wanna get hit but I ain’t Steve Austin |
| When I die, bury me next to Scott Hall (Sheesh) |
| And bottles sharpening my edges, I’m an alcoholic |
| Gotta keep my hairline on Candace Owens, Kevin Owens (Uh) |
| Real nigga, fuck a token, melatonin |
| Niggas sleepin' on the moment (B-bap!) |
| Apnea, late night with the Glock loaded |
| Joe Budden with the pump when I aim, focus |
| Nigga, how ya never miss when the whole world is hopeless? |
| (Huh) |
| Joe Biden, can’t remember, think I gotta focus |
| I be going |
| Speed through the tolls, my bitch consoling |
| All these writers getting fired feel like James Comey |
| Nigga, fuck a interview, you better know it’s on me |
| And I don’t trust these nigga’s views, I gotta kill 'em calmly |
| Catch a nigga in the lobby, hit 'em with the Olly (Yeah) |
| And I’m fucking at your partners 'cause you know I’m poly |
| I’ma be swinging on these crackers like I’m playing hockey (Bitch) |
| Young P. K. Subban with the stick on me |
| These niggas Grey Worm, straight Unsullied |
| Boy, you scared and you weak, plus you dress bummy (C'mon, daddy) |
| I be twerkin' on stage like I’m Bad Bunny (You the man, daddy) |
| These niggas going through a phase |
| I’m going out the country, why? |
| (Be like that) |
| 'Cause I get more money |
| Young Thor with the hammer and you can’t touch me |
| What your life like? |
| Why you settle for this job? |
| Get your mic right |
| These off-field niggas spreading highlights |
| Acting like we can’t read a fucking b**k, man (Man) |
| And you not weirdos |
| And you not with the shits |
| And you never on go |
| Yeah, what the fuck? |
| Begging for a donation (Gèt manman ou) |
| And shout out to my Haitians, uh |
| Get money, nigga, stay patient |
| When you doin shit right, lames stay hating, yeah (True) |
| Pull that blicky out, they singing like Clay Aiken |
| Y’all circle jerking with no bitches and no bacon (None) |
| Out west with the Smith like I’m Jaden |
| Let it ring from either hand like Nick Saban (Brrat) |
| More money, more guns, less vacations, nigga |
| We deserve them donations |
| Don’t play with me, bitch, play PlayStation, it’s safer |