Vídeo de música

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JPEGMAFIA
JPEGMAFIA
Vocals
Danny Brown
Danny Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barrington Hendricks
Barrington Hendricks
Songwriter
Daniel Dewan Sewell
Daniel Dewan Sewell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JPEGMAFIA
JPEGMAFIA
Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Yeah, my bitch, she's so perfect and bad And I love when she's shakin' that ass Go ahead girl, put that guap in the bag These niggas is trash, they be ass This Kimber a freak, you the flash Why do these nobodies start with me? They don't got moves, don't got beats, don't got heart like me It's for real, bustin' drums when I'm packin' the steel Fishy niggas fuck with it, get real, shaking it up She touchin' my leg, I know she wanna f- (fuck this club up) Dicking her down 'til she feel like it's us, make me feel like a slut You know that there ain't no heart in me Die for my bitch, treat that hoe like a part of me, uh I'm not a bachelor, I'm not a suitor Bitch, where the cash at? I'm a computer I feel like AB give Gisele the whole ruler Keep one eye open like Slick Rick The Ruler Got one in the head, headin' straight for medulas Triggerin' nobodies, livin' rent free Spot niggas livin' vicariously Through niggas that don't know they exist If I was them, I'd be pissed They ride dick for free and they can't pay their rent I spit on your bitch at the show, let me vent She came back to you from a show, let him vent Racks, I'ma get top like tax 'Cause baby got back, I'm just tryin' to relax I was taught, bring it back in, let it off My dawg caught a charge with the fentanyl Now we pray up to above Hopin' in court that the judge show him love Only in church when somebody passed No hope for the future, we stuck in the past Now we hanging up on the bag, we makin' a killin', how long will that last? Fell on my knees when I caught a felony Tell me who there for me Think I need therapy, sent God a text but his message turn green Show me a sign, what do it mean? Walkin' in circles, these niggas encircle I'm on my step-on Nigga, what is you on? Pop up my collar, just like The Fonz Heaven on earth but I'm hellbound Shake it, took ya momma nine months to make it, don't break it No fake shit, have ya leanin' back like the matrix Ay bitch, fuckin' with a nigga that's god-tier Trust me, you ain't got an idea Make ya move 'round like IKEA (shoot) I've named this one JPEG Lord made heaven on Earth The Lord made heaven on Earth Lord who made heaven on Earth The Lord made heaven on Earth The Lord who made heaven on Earth The Lord who made heaven on Earth He will not slumber He that keepeth thee He will not slumber He that keepeth thee Behold he that keepeth Israel Shall neither slumber nor sleep Shall neither slumber nor sleep The Lord
Writer(s): Daniel Sewell, Barrington Hendricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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