paroles de chanson Steppa Pig - Danny Brown , JPEGMAFIA
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Uncut
with
that
top
side
(style)
My
brain
fried,
don't
do
drugs
Had
two
plugs,
one
just
died
(style)
I'm
up
late,
no
talk
show
Things
pop
up,
we
duck
low
(everything
about
JPEGs,
I
like)
Talk
with
a
hoe,
had
a
bank
roll
Shop
'nother
clothes
if
you
wearin'
it
slow
Ain't
no
way,
y'all
niggas
never
did
shit
for
me
(shit
for
me)
Gave
up
off
their
stock,
had
the
recipe
(the
recipe)
Nah,
I
do
this
for
my
legacy
(my
legacy)
Pop
off
with
my
dawg,
I
need
an
extra
three
You
ain't
never
seen
no
things,
I
use
most
everything
Make
you
wanna
branch
out
and
say
fuck
everything
(uh-uh)
But
stuck
to
it
like
contract,
no
control,
no
ice
pack
I
ask
the
bitch,
"Do
you
like
that?"
(Do
you
like
that?)
My
young
nigga
stеp
for
me
Like
Mo
Bamba
in
the
paint
(gеt
to
steppin')
You
don't
know
shit
about
me,
nigga,
who
is
yo'
man?
Brown,
got
a
one
extra
like
the,
BBC
White
girls
all
on
me,
for
the-
Love
(love),
my
dick
could
roll
it
up
Make
her
real
like
Whitney
in
the
bathtub,
satisfied
(style)
I
be
on
my
lonely,
worry
'bout
no
gossip
Niggas
pocket
watchin',
all
within
my
wallet
Just
keep
it
on
the
hush,
hush
Hang
tough,
they
ain't
like
us
Just
hang
yourself
if
you
need
help
Uh,
back
in
this
bitch
with
the
dope
She
backin'
it
up
for
a
gram
Baby,
I
cannot
do
nothin'
with
hope
I'ma
try
molly
and
Xans
Been
tryin'
get
me
to
ghost,
boy,
you
ain't
Kai
One
Twitch
and
you
banned
90
degrees
for
a
coat,
hoe
and
I
ain't
showin'
my
hands
Uh,
I
make
it
harder
to
breathe
My
Kimber
like
my
emotions
I
keep
'em
both
in
my
sleeve
I
need
more
time
to
myself
I
don't
need
advice,
I
just
need
to
be
Back
in
this
bitch,
what's
the
issue?
You
bitches
ain't
barkin'
when
you
off
the
leash
Fuck
'em
Uh,
they
don't
got
nothin'
for
me
It's
like
I
been
workin'
for
crumbs
Now
I'm
feelin'
free
as
my
speech
Colin
Kaep',
I'm
a
free
agent
Cap
the
salary,
free
up
my
teams
Y'all
rap
like
replacements
They
can't
find
a
replacement
for
me
When
I
stalk
your
page
and
I
see
you
livin'
life
respectfully
And
I
tell
myself,
"You
ain't
know
her
worth,"
and
I
draft
apologies
(fuck)
Uh,
check
it
out,
man,
look
(step
it)
Uh,
these
niggas
act
like
I
owe
them
These
niggas
be
dickridin'
for
grown-ass
men
That
don't
even
know
them
They
don't
even
come
outside
Don't
ever
see
mans
late
night
like
Conan
They
off
of
that
2chan
high
Incels
just
can't
let
it
go
like
Frozen
Bet
if
I
let
off
these
shots,
no
games
You
finna
just
dance
like
Goten
White
people
love
makin'
excuses
and
bitchin'
I
guess
it's
what
culture
is
for
them
You
know
that
this
shit
don't
stop
Black
men
that
hate
me,
usually
talkin',
broke
as
hell
Just
mad
people
love
me
for
me
Why
they
still
put
on
a
front
and
nobody
knows
them?
Don't
like
when
I
talk
like
this?
(Nah)
'Cause
they
know
that
this
shit
is
for
them
These
crackers
love
talkin'
'bout
me
And
actin'
like
it's
my
job
to
ignore
them
Bitch,
please
(please),
still
rich,
still
pretty,
still
tourin'
Still
lit,
still
gritty,
I'm
borin'
I
don't
fuck
with
you
niggas
like
Hogan
Trigger
finger
just
be
glitchin'
this
program
I
ain't
takin'
disrespect
from
no
man
Niggas
rap
'bout
guns,
don't
own
'em
Y'all
sippin'
liquor,
you
can't
even
hold
it
I'm
takin'
shots
everyday
like
DeRozan
(yee,
yee,
molly
water)
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