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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JPEGMAFIA
JPEGMAFIA
Rap
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
Barrington Hendricks
Barrington Hendricks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JPEGMAFIA
JPEGMAFIA
Producer
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer
Nick Lee
Nick Lee
Producer
Alec Goldblatt
Alec Goldblatt
Producer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer
Billy Ray
Billy Ray
Producer

Lyrics

(You think you know me) Out the trenches for you flabbergasted fat fucks This your boy, Denzel Curry in this bitch And I'm chillin' with my nigga, Peggy You already know what time it is, we goin' around the world with it And inside your girl with it, you feel me? Live out of your bitch body like my nigga Wang Zhi And you know for Pete's sake Nigga, the boy Denzel Curry gotta do what it take To get that motherfuckin' money and that motherfuckin' bread To get it all on your bitch head, you dig? So, this how we gon' do it Okay, so I gotta be rude No matter which way you go, you'll still be a square like a Rubik's Cube Zeltron, nigga, I am that dude Me and J-P goin' A-P-E, so I got monkey bars, but this ain't PE Everybody said I got ADD, but it never add up, I'ma count past three Matter of fact, one All of this devilish shit from D to MC, but it's guaranteed to make a rev run Knee-high jump, better get far, or it's T I stomp South Florida nigga but I'm North Dade, nigga This year, I'ma be a too-paid nigga Knockin' off the top, that's a toupee, nigga I'm a tsunami, the new wave, nigga Most of your members will be dismembered When you fall off, bitch, I'm yellin' out, "Timber" You couldn't fuck with me if I had Tinder Last name Curry and the C for charisma Somebody from Street Fighter 6 on my neck But you niggas never do it like this Got a brand new all-gold shin, Akuma hangin' from my neck to my dick Live and direct out your bitch pussy This your boy Denzel Curry in this ho A.K.A. Zeltron, A.K.A. Big Ultra Y'all niggas don't know what the fuck it is When a real nigga step into a room with some alligator shoes on 'Cause you know we straight out the swamp, straight out the Everglades Out of Florida, bitch-ass nigga You feel me? Dade County, Get Sprayed County Lauderdale or Slaughterdale You already know what the fuck it is Ay, Peggy, let me talk to 'em one time, hold up Niggas be beggin' for shit to be different until they get it, then they treat it indifferent People projectin' they bullshit at you 'cause they dissatisfied with the life that they living Niggas' net worth be like 17 bucks while they begging for feet pics from shorties I been in I can sniff out you proximity hoes, always near some shit going on, but never did it I don't understand when people talk shit on me, they gotta lead with a lie or some fibbing Friends acting like they don't wanna talk, then start begging for change, I don't know what it's giving Niggas be tryin' to fuck on your bitch while they dappin' you up sayin', "I see your vision" Fake friends turning on me for nothing, they mad 'cause they failed even with an advantage This is my fight, I just woke up as a child of the light Jumped on the beat, had to tell it, "Goodnight" Y'all tried your best but the heat aimin' right Kimber OG, I'm as high as a kite Shop for success, well, I brought me a pint Watch how I whip, I ain't stir-fry the rice Get your head cracked just for rollin' the dice, uh Now don't believe hype Believe what you see, not what's said on the mic Peggy Chun-Li, I kick out every time Can't keep me down, so they try block the shine Try fuck with my money, try fuck with my mind Then acting like fucking they bitch is a crime This ain't relatable, this ain't debatable Somethin' happened to you, it's by design, shh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, man JPEG motherfuckin' MAFIA Makin' grown men emotional since 2008, at least Now, walk around everywhere as me, you know And you never catch me out here lookin' like these dirty-ass underground rappers Locked in the Airbnb somewhere with a bunch of niggas, playin' with each other's dicks Zero women around, loopin' records nobody wants to hear Uh, look On my knees for a God who can hear I can't pray to no God I can't fear I think I should have ran me a cult Quarterback that ho like I'm Peyton on Colts Fuck-niggas yappin' 'bout me on they alt But when I see you, it's degrees of assault You said you see him, you catching a case? I hope not like the one you got in your vault 'Cause that shit is shaky Heard the church service said, "Come as you are" So I showed up with a whole bunch of bitches that hate me Told my main bitch to stop actin' expensive Girl, pass me the mic, you as clueless as Stacy I know that time heals wounds, but my time is money and I can't use time as saline Pray, for all of my enemies, they either dead or hating, literally faking Lame-ass niggas get exposed every day, and I don't gotta do nothing more than frustrate him He's not a threat, bitch, I'm on him, a vet I had marksman in basic, I never need training Ay, they make a career from hating Ay, they make a career from faking I shit-talked my way right into a bag You pussy in private, beg him for collabs You pillow-talkin' to these bitches, it's sad I don't know whether to slap you or laugh Shower posse, give that baby a bath I know your label saw a cash grab You got popped then turned hashtag Stop yappin' online 'cause you know where I'm at, lil' bitch Fuck nigga
Writer(s): Barrington Hendricks, Denzel Curry, Nicholas Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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