paroles de chanson Drake Era - JPEGMAFIA
It's
real,
it's
real
(Coughing
and
mumbling)
Yeah,
uh
You
see
me
& you
see
terror
(oh
yeah)
I
got
stripes
like
a
flag
bearer
Peggy,
Peggy,
I'm
the
new
young
Mayweather
I'm
just
trying
to
take
hip-hop
out
the
Drake
era
Fuck
a
mob
Fuck
a
squad
Fuck
your
mans
and
them
You
singing
ass
niggas
don't
know
how
to
be
men
I
hit
your
baby
mama
Gave
that
bitch
a
new
tan
I
talk
that
greasy
shit
And
hit
them
with
a
new
dance
Oh
my
god
(oh)
Peggy,
Peggy
You're
so
good
Fuck
whoever
said
you
up
you
up
to
no
good
Cause
I'm
the
man
in
the
street
The
man
with
the
beats
And
the
man
holding
heat
I
drop
bombs
like
I
drop
science
(whoo)
Drop
a
body
off
like
a
dropped
client
Drop
6
Drop
Top
Drop
FaceTime
I
give
a
fuck
about
peace
I
spit
hate
crimes
Who
the
fuck
you
know
could
kill
'em
with
these
cold
lines?
Young
Peglord
on
the
mic
Bitch,
it's
go
time
I
piss
white
boys
off
in
my
spare
time
Tugging
at
your
heart
I'm
the
black
Ben
Carson
So
try
me
if
you
really
wanna
No
seriously
(yeah)
Try
me
if
you
really
wanna
Who
the
fuck
told
you
Peggy
wasn't
getting
paid?
I
square
up
with
a
square
nigga
and
catch
a
fade
Swisher
sweet
(swisher
sweet)
Ain't
nobody
can
fuck
with
me
Kill
the
beat
(kill
the
beat)
Backpackers
they
loving
me
Oh
my
god
(god)
OH
GOD
(oh
god)
Huh,
huh
Swisher
sweet
(swisher
sweet)
Ain't
nobody
can
fuck
with
me
Kill
the
beat
(kill
the
beat)
Backpackers
they
loving
me
Oh
my
god
(god)
OH
GOD
(oh
god)
Uh,
fuck
you
coon
ass
niggas
that
don't
like
rap
But
you
rap
How
fucking
dumb
is
that?
Bitch
ass
niggas
be
too
committed
to
the
act
I
know
you
wanna
jock
Imma
take
you
off
the
atlas
With
your
Indie
ass
And
you
Metacritic
rappers
don't
get
no
pass
You
got
these
white
girls
singing
These
white
girls
singing
But
niggas
never
feel
you
so
you
play
it
like
you
different
I'm
a
fucking
grave
digger
I
don't
see
these
boys
You
step
in
my
sandbox
You
gon'
see
these
toys
You
suburban
ass
niggas
need
to
stay
in
your
place
No
snaps,
no
tweets
This
is
straight
to
your
face
Fuck
'em
I
bring
death
to
any
nigga
that
try
to
rattle
me
You
casualties
actually
factually
you
ain't
as
bad
as
me
Niggas
say
they
charged
up
Imma
drain
your
fucking
battery
Split
your
ass
in
two
and
you
still
will
never
be
half
of
me,
Buster!
Fuck
your
mob
Fuck
your
squad
Fuck
your
mans
and
them
You
indie
niggas
just
wanna
be
black
men
I've
been
real
all
my
life
You're
like
MC
Ride
Two
crackers
call
your
album
"nigga"
and
you
let
that
slide,
pussy
Get
the
fuck
out
of
my
genre,
my
genre
Get
the
fuck
out
of
my
genre,
my
genre
Rich
kids
trying
to
go
urban
no
shaman
But
this
a
new
era
I
took
hip-hop
hostage,
fucker
Life
is
like
a
box
of
chocolate
Life
is
like
a
box
of
chocolate
girls
(Mumbling)
Life
is
like
a
box
of
chocolate
girls
I
don't
want
you
in
my
world
But
these
people
Fucking
other
niggas
bitches
Let
the
bass
hit
'em
Fuck
it,
imma
split
'em
Kill
a
nigga
for
the
ribbons
Yeah,
uh
I
don't
get
mad
I
get
rich
I
don't
get
sad
I
get
tips
I'm
not
a
waitress
I'm
not
a
waiter
I
don't
Confer
I
just
Counter,
counter,
counter
Counter
attack
Bitch
I
know
you,
know
you,
know
you
Know
you
wanna
react
But
you
can't,
but
you
can't,
but
you
can't
You
can't
You
gon'
dance,
you
gon'
dance,
you
gon'
dance
You
dance
I
hear
your
Hotline
Blinging
Got
a
whole
generation
of
pussy
niggas
singing
Niggas
don't
even
know
what
they
want
no
more
No
1 What's Crackin' Pt. 1 & 2
2 Jerrys
3 Ll Cool J
4 Flex the Connect
5 2015 Was a Great Year
6 Try Me
7 Black Ben Carson
8 I Smell Crack
9 Cuckold
10 Jpegmafia All Caps No Spaces
11 Plastic
12 Boi
13 This That Shit Kid Cudi Coulda Been
14 Face Down Ass Up
15 Motor Mouth
16 Black Steve Austin
17 Black Stacey Dash
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