JPEGMAFIA – This Ones For Us! Lyrics
Artist: JPEGMAFIA
Song: This Ones For Us!
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 sl#t with the flashing (Ooh)
n#gg#s can tell that you frontin’ (Truth), duff man
Every episode, I’m sippin’, I feel so disgusted
Piss drunk, thinking ’bout how n#gg#s jealous of me when I loved ’em (Mm)
n#gg#s 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 edgy
Except you can’t handle the facts that I’m rapping
Unbelievable, young Jerry Stackhouse
Don’t nobody wan’ play with me, back up
f#ck your playlist, I do what I want now
Made this beat on a binge with a bussdown
Forty five on the kimber, 3 holes in the trigger
The new ones got butterflies on ’em now
I think I am a killer, came back from Kuwait and these n#gg#s 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 n#gg#s ain’t n#gg#s, you just became n#gg#s ’cause n#gg#s is making a profit now (Fake-ass n#gg#)
White boys scared of Peggy in private, but postin’ they black squares now
When you see me, better say it with your chest and you better have a vest, because I don’t waste rounds (Yeah)
Give a f#ck about a check, give a f#ck about respect
If the SIG jam, kut it klose, lay your body down
702, all I want is a sound
Bombing on you, this is 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 babies trackin’ ’em down
Close or away make you spirited now (Now), yeah
Alright, last chance, enemies end up on last dance
Spinnin’ that p#ss#, 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 n#gg#s, 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 b#tches
Leaders is rapists, rest of y’all suspicious
That liberal arts degree really ain’t hitting
f#ck it, time to hit tacombis, 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 good at business
You vague with your threats, I’m direct with my pistol
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From the album:
EP2! [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021