JPEGMAFIA babygirl
What you gonna do, what you gonna do? Y'all niggas is fucking doofy Turn this light off since you think you Tom Edison We cooking niggas we beef with like venison I serve you bitches the truth like it's medicine Pistols and choppas with drums at my residence Switches on blicks, make you one with the elements Draco take you out your body like Severance (Eat it) Crackers be slow, they still don't get the message They shoot up a school 'cause nobody will mention 'em How you this pussy? Some people need lead in 'еm We got sedatives (Unbеlievable) I am a threat, got these bitch niggas panicking You niggas ain't movin' nothing like mannequins I'm Triple H with the shovel, I bury 'em Get reparations when I fuck an Aryan (Too much) I love these hoes, it be you niggas scaring them Put down the towel when my bitch on her period Take that shit off of the air, you ain't serious You niggas thirsty for bitches you sharin' I can't text you back, I'm too busy for Karens I'll beat you right outta that weak shit you wearing Stop bugging me, ho, do I look like your parents? (Your parents, your parents) Seen niggas gon' bitch, confused and embarrassed, I care less The EDM-rock shit y'all gas, I do that on some Ferris shit Baby, you niggas sloppy, you copy, never got poppin', you cannot compare with this I'm a shogun, my beats are the heritage Born in the manger, my instinct was fuck a bitch I'm entertaining you dummy, I punished it (Boom) (Baby girl) Niggas ain't worth they salt It's fucked up, but it don't hurt that bad Ayy, you ain't gon' hurt that bag Baby girl, you ain't gon' fuck that man Baby girl, you ain't gon' fuck that man (Baby girl) Baby girl, you ain't gon' do that bad Baby girl, you don't really need no man What you gon' do with all that cash? What you gon' do with all them clicks? (Uh) Bitch got an ass that'll hold up bricks (Huh, huh) Better get low, high hopes get hit I'm rapping like Cuz, I'm fucking his bitch What you gon' do? We don't know you Do it old school, beat his ass, strip him to his whole shoes Fuck his ho, put it in a song, that's your whole boo When he yap, this will take the bass out his Pro Tools You gay for the pay, but the pay never comin' We both took a pic, but your pic ain't do nothing This clown get that biscuit and silencer breakfast and catch a McMuffin Acting an ass, talking shit, you get butted It's up and it's stuck, no, it's hunt or be hunted It's lit, you get smoked while I'm over here blunted The bitch playing games, but I'm not Travis Hunter Niggas ain't worth they salt It's fucked up, but it don't hurt that bad Ayy, you ain't gon' hurt that bag Baby girl, you ain't gon' fuck that math Baby girl, you ain't gon' fuck that man (Baby girl) Baby girl, you ain't gon' do that bad Baby girl, you don't really need no man What you gon' do with all that cash? What you gon' do with all them clicks? Bitch got an ass that'll hold up bricks Better get low, high hopes get hit I'm rapping like Cuz, I'm fucking his bitch What you gon' do? We don't know you Do it old school, beat his ass, strip him to his whole shoes Fuck his ho, put it in a song, that's your whole boo When he yap, this will take the bass out his Pro Tools, nigga
