JPEGMAFIA - JPEGMAFIA ALL CAPS NO SPACES lyrics

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JPEGMAFIA - JPEGMAFIA ALL CAPS NO SPACES lyrics

[Verse 1] Money talks n***as walk Young Reagan I'll be damned if I take a loss I cut it up I ship it off Young vet I triple debt I'm never wrong b**h n***a I'm the bad man, the bad man Made a mil' from the acting, the acting Where the stacks? I put crack on spreadsheets I wish a b**h n***a would try forgetting me I said I'm JPEGMAFIA all caps no spaces You coons be catching feelings My n***as catch cases I open hand Slap a closed-minded n***a, face in Wish a n***a wood like a tree at the base end Root for the home team Ran for the bases n***as wanna be white Go and get a face-lift You don't dapwell, we can't chill Yo, Das Racist Rapping is my hobby I am not an artist I'm a ghost in a black body Roll deep, white Caddy with a black shotty Looking for that b**h n***a Hopsin in the lobby Like damn.. Shout out to the 'burbs And all my n***as spitting fast to hide they sh**ty words, yo One thing on my mind I can't figure? Is why every rapper shady influence is a b**h n***a f**er (yeah, any of you b**h a** trust fund kids come f**ing near me y'all n***as dead.. f** outta here) [Refrain] Trust fund kids don't come outside You might get your sh** pushed back tonight (f** n***a) [Hook 1] Oh sh**, b**h it's lit! Got a four-fifth Aim it your head Make an emo n***a slit his f**ing wrists I'm the man And I got Stans f** Eminem I put that on the Quaran p**y n***a ran p**y n***a ran Imma get your momma hit Make you understand Post it on the gram I'm the new Cam Crackers want beef? I don't even like Spam Damn [Refrain] Trust fund kids don't come outside You might get your sh** pushed back tonight (f**er) Trust fund kids don't come outside You might get your sh** pushed back tonight (lil' n***a) [Hook 2] Heard you like Pantera b**h, not me Heard you like Burzum b**h, not me Heard you bumpin' Rolling Stones p**y n***a, please! You play that sh** around me Imma put your a** to sleep You f**in f**ing creep I'm neo-nazi sheek Got guns under arms And I'm aiming at elites I heard you f**ing metalheads looking for some beats I wish Varg would Come to B'more we gon' see f**er (f** outta here man You talk sh** you gonna get your f**ing head cracked open p**y f** outta here) [Refrain] Trust fund kids don't come outside You might get your sh** pushed back tonight (f** n***a) [Outro] "I ain't never heard something.. So.. Yo.. What the f** was that sh** you just played for me, yo.. Nah, for real, what the f** was that sh**, nah.. I ain't wanna hear that sh** again I gotta, yo what.. That sh** went so hard.. Yo.. I don't even know where I'm at right now.. I'm on planet mafia and sh**.. sh** ridiculous in these headphones.. Ri-DICULOUS in these headphones"

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