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Yo Yo, you good? Everything about JPEGs I like Yeah, yeah All of my babies is active All my money out the bank Pretty thot, make her put the cash in the mattress I don't be sendin' them nothing (Ooh) Straight slut with the flashing (Ooh) Niggas can tell that you frontin' (Truth), duff man Every episode, I'm sippin', I feel so disgusted Piss drunk, thinking 'bout how niggas jealous of me when I loved 'em (Mm) Niggas ain't loyal at the function Ink dry, crackers took the whole pie and gave you a fraction Cut it out, smut it out, pistol poke if you play with my passion It's a whole new world but it looks like my map loaded first, y'all lagging (Huh) White writers wanna paint me as еdgy Can't handle the facts that I'm rapping Unbeliеvable, young Jerry Stackhouse Don't nobody wan' play with me, back out Fuck your playlist, I do what I want now Made this beat on a binge with a bust down Forty five on the Kimber, three holes in the trigger The new ones got butterflies on 'em now SongtexteI think I am a killer, came back from Kuwait and these niggas is looking like targets now I ain't sippin' no liquor tonight 'cause that Korbel got me feeling broken like Hardy now (Damn) And you niggas ain't niggas, you just became niggas 'cause niggas is making a profit now (Fake-ass nigga) White boys scared of the Peg in private, but postin' they black squares now When you see me, better say it with your chest and you better have a vest 'cause I don't waste rounds (Yeah) Give a fuck about a check, give a fuck about respect If the SIG jam, cut it close, lay your body down 702, all I want is a sound Bombing on you, this the Lyricist Lounge (Ayy) Twin Kimbers, Prince and his blouse Lost world when I'm back in the town Stainless, I brought the raptors out Bloodhounds, baby, trackin' 'em down Close or away make you spirited now (Now), yeah Alright, last chance, enemies end up on last dance Spinnin' that pussy, go back in, back out Eating ass, feel like Pac-Man Rich and bitter, Black Batman Industry don't wanna back him It's alright though, still successful Government still wanna threaten you All guns still registered, mhm Hipster niggas, so regular, up in Williamsburg, lookin' hella dumb (Fact) I used to try to be nice to 'em, now I just know that they jealous of me Faded all of my DMs (Yeah), apologize then delete 'em Crackers threatened not to cover me Whole staff white, ain't no colorin' Must be a cab night, Eric Sundermann Ayy, you and Andy Cohn just smotherin' women You threaten my money, I'm snatchin' your spirit That's why I feel nothing for none of you bitches Leaders is rapists, rest of y'all suspicious That liberal arts degree really ain't hitting Fuck it, time to hit Tacombi, do dishes Your boss is a rapist, what did I do? I missed it Black, beautiful, and damn, I'm gifted You being white just got you that position You not with the shits, you not that good at business You vague with your threats, I'm direct with my pistol Aus Songtexte Mania