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JPEGMAFIA - Thug Tears | A COLORS SHOW
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JPEGMAFIA
JPEGMAFIA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barrington Hendricks
Barrington Hendricks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JPEGMAFIA
JPEGMAFIA
Producer

Lyrics

You're freaking You're a flipper Yeah Woah! All kinds of shit (You think you know me) Weed, crack, and dope (Da-damn, Peggy!) God I feel fucking terrible All I need is rest (throw up) I am uncontested How can I confess this? Watch how I finesse ('bout 100 bands) How you so invested? This can't be your best, 'cause I am not impressed Bullets through my body I'm a different shawty You my favorite mess (every time I come around, it's like you dump the bands) Bitch I'm never pressed (I can't believe in anything) Keep a fresh bic Ride down 86 Hit! Roll deep like the ket Bitch I'm "Smoke" Too fly in the whip Hit! Fake news We ain't pressed Is it safe now? Got my trey pound In case a bitch wanna test (Okay team, follow my command) Yeet! (Work hard) I'm bout yeet on these niggas! (Work, work) I feel like I'm about to throw up Yeet Work hard Twerk hard 26 no kids, yea (tears) Talk shit, back it up No fades Throw shade Whole game Look a damn mess (yeet) Aye, fuck the cappin', look No stress I'm vexed What the fuck is my appearance (what's he sayin'?) I keep it ratchet (I keep it ratchet) I like 'em YesJulz moaning Like a actress (damn that's a actress) Ain't got no standards (Nah) I'm kinda passive (right, young) Young Rich Swann We gon' cash in (we gon' cash in) Dust off them ratchets (ratchet, ratchet) We got some action (that got some ratch) I'm on the main line (oh) I'm tryna catch 'em (okay) Look, I wish, I wish a nigga would, man Look, I wish a nigga would try to test me I wish a nigga would go against me I'm a thug, I don't play with no rap beef Fuck around, end up on a backstreet And I done cried so many times Look, man I wish, wooosh I wish a nigga would try to test me I wish a nigga would go against me I'm a thug, I don't play with no rap beef Fuck around, end up on a backstreet And I done cried so many times I done did so many crimes (don't kill me) No time, y'all gassed up for the new line Ugh I'll make a nigga cry at his own pad I'll make a nigga cry for his dead dad I'll make a nigga cry for his fat wife I'll make a nigga cry for I'll make a nigga cry for help I'll make a nigga cry for himself (thug tears)
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