UNTITLED Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA
Singer: JPEGMAFIA
Title: UNTITLED
Because I like JPEGs
Eh, yeah
Uh
Damn, how ya want it then?
In the street, a little wolf in a pig pen
Big mouth, back it up while you faking
And you n#gg#s don’t diss and I’m starting to feel it’s serious
Nah fly, take the stars and I’m away from ’em
Back in the city you a pot that I’m pissing in
Oh, somebody pray for these three (Pray for ’em)
n#gg#s die tryna make a, man
They gon’ find your b#tchass, face down
You want this n#gg#? I’ll be that (Yeah)
In the grave you will be when I see that (Yeah)
You still ain’t ran this fade
And you know that I’m still with that nonsense
Leave li’l b#tch in that field with no options
But you stay on my mind every day (Day)
It’s no secret (Secret), crown heavy on my head but I keep it (Yeah-yeah)
In the grave like Pa, I’m heated
Amazon flin just the door and I’m beefing
You still ain’t ran no fade
How the f#ck am I still on your conscious
Know my enemies sick of this taunting
But you stay on my mind every day, yeah, for real
Uh, winter’s cold outside, get up in the office
Dead n#gg#s stream better, let me get the coffin (Sure)
My main b#tch wanna get hit but I ain’t Steve Austin
When I die bury me next to Scott Harley (Shoot)
Bottle shopping in my edges, I’m an alcoholic
Gotta keep my hairline on Candace Owens, Kevin Owens (Uh)
Real n#gg#, f#ck a token, melatonin
n#gg#s sleeping on the moment, @ me a late night with the Glock loaded
Joe Budden with the pump when I aim focus
n#gg#, how ya never [?] when I’m on this hoe? (Huh)
Joe Biden can’t remember, think I got a four
I be going
Speed ’til the go, all this consoling
All these writers getting robbed, feel like James Comey
n#gg#, f#ck a interview, you better know what’s on me
And I don’t trust these n#gg#s [?] gotta catch the chrome on me
Catch a n#gg# in the lobby hit ’em with the Areley (Yeah)
And I’m f#cking at your partners ’cause you know I’m poly
I don’t be swinging on these crackers like I’m playing hockey (b#tch)
Young PK Subban with the stick on me
These n#gg#s grey worms, straight Unsullied
Boy, you scared and you weak ’cause you dress bummy (Come on, daddy)
I be twerkin’ on stage like a bad bunny
These n#gg#s going through a phase, I’m going out the country, why? (We outta here!)
‘Cause I get more money
Yeah, flow with the Henney, yeah, you can’t touch me
What your life like? When you set up for this job, get your mic right
These off-field n#gg#s spreading highlights
Acting like we can’t read a f#cking …, man (Man)
And you not weirdos, and you not with the shits, and you never on go
Yeah, what the f#ck?
Begging for a donation, n#gg# shout out to my Haitians, uh
Get money, n#gg# stay patient
When you doin sh#t right, lames stay hating (True)
Pull that blicky out, they singing like Clay Aiken
I circle jerk with no b#tches and no Bateman (None)
Out west with the Smith like I’m Jaden
Leave a [?] hand like Nick Saban (Brrat)
More money, more guns, less vacations, n#gg#
We deserve them donations
Don’t play with me, b#tch, play PlayStation, it’s safer
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