JPEGMAFIA - 🔥 (AUDIO)

JPEGMAFIA - 🔥 (AUDIO) with tags jpegmafia, jpegmafia veteran, jpegmafia all my heroes, jpegmafia 1539, jesus forgive me, bald jpeg, jpegmafia lp offline, jpegmafia lp, lp!

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Produced by JPEGMAFIA

Written by JPEGMAFIA

Mixed by JPEGMAFIA

Mastered by JPEGMAFIA

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A world premier

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Gently spin me around

I'ma spin me around (Peggy spin me around)

I know it’s wrong

Oh, girl, now say they are

Baby, I

You better lock your door, shawty

You better lock your door, shawty (Shawty)

Niggas gon' slide right in, no warning (No warning)

You got style, keep that shit inside him (Huh)

Doin' no favors

Got that Glock goin’ fast, goin' fast, goin' fast

Uh

One deep in the back

Black man can't depend on sympathy (Yeah)

I feel like hip hop tried to put a hit on me

Pussy niggas put me in a box, it's belittling

Repo'd, these beats keep coming in kilos (Kilos)

Switch styles, make 'em feel like Mantio

In this game, the police use cheat codes (Ya heard me)

Huh, I feel like I just beat a case (Huh)

Whole different styles in my other hand

If you been here a while, you relate

I stay feeding my kids, I'm they government

Baby Reagan, I’m crack on the case (On the case)

Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang

Step off the stage, I feel so hot (Damn)

No weeks to relax

On the road I’m a redhead stranger

You know I gotta keep the smoke for the haters

You know we only— conceal

No faces, no case, no deal

Mind vacant, new champ, new heel

This flagrant, better yet so real

I love 'em

Uh, I feel like I just beat a case (Case)

Whole different styles in my other hand

If you been here a while, you relate

I stay feeding my kids, I’m they government

Baby Reagan, I'm crack on the case (On the case)

Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang (*Gunshot*)

Step off the stage, I feel so hot (Damn)

[Chorus]

(Bitch nigga, rich nigga, trick nigga, talk shit)

Oh, you better lock your door, shawty (Three)

He's gon' slide right in, no warning

You got style, keep that shit inside him, oo