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head
18
In Tour
Hip-Hop
head è stato pubblicato il 21 maggio 2026 da PEGGY come parte dell'album EXPERIMENTAL RAP
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Data di uscita21 maggio 2026
EtichettaPEGGY
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM169

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JPEGMAFIA
JPEGMAFIA
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JPEGMAFIA
JPEGMAFIA
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JPEGMAFIA
JPEGMAFIA
Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer

Testi

Digging my way out the hole with these figures, you pressing me, pressing your buttons, I'm triggered, I'm up with the scope
Leaving change for the tippers, I can't go to Heaven, they do not have strippers, I hate what I see
Bitch-ass **** who ain't never did shit ain't relating to me, **** jealous of me
Dick in ya wife and she selling it, why is you spilling on me? It's Irrelevancy
You wifing that ho, but I been in that bitch like residency, you ain't fucking with me
Treat her like cattle, I'm riding that horse like that bitch was the beat, baby, settle with me
Cease and desist, I get low with the iron, this metal you seek is weapons I keep
Staring me back in the face like mirror, Medusa I see
It's no effort, the pressure, I'm crashing the truck and I'm booking stretchers, I'm pushing my peace
[Verse 1]
Remember the day, it's the last, these Bitches they try to say hey but in past
You ain't streaming like Devon, I'll just let you rant, it's sounding like envy but nobody dancing, bud
Arm and a leg for a beat, yo' **** in jail, but we not in the streets
You **** depending on whitey for heat, we don't wanna hear if he not them beats
[Verse 2]
I can't believe your bitches keeping secrets, I cut off ya hand if you keep it from me
I can't believe it, your bitch on a stage, gotta show the way I'ma do her for free
Back in this bitch, aim with the grip , shame on a bitch, you don't really wanna angle with me
Clap with the 5th, cracking his bitch, you don't really know the half of this shit
You ain't really 'bout nothing, boy, you ain't bring your vest
Put the icing to his donut and fill yo' sweet ass with lead
I'm not even tryna fuck, I can't hard, I want head
Suck me soft or take the condom off and jump in the bed
Got sin meido on my stomach, it's the family crest
Course these **** steady bumming, they be lying for cred'
When shit be happening to these ****, they get online start begging
Like how you rapping and ain't got figures, who woulda figured you a peasant?
It's T.D. Jakes, I preach the paper, I just dress like reverend
I'm on yo' like I'm Excedrin, we don't know who you be repping, aha!
Written by: JPEGMAFIA
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