JPEGMAFIA, Flume - How To Build A Relationship lyrics
JPEGMAFIA [Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks] Baltimore, Maryland/N.Y., U.S. 🇺🇸
[JPEGMAFIA, Flume - How To Build A Relationship lyrics]
Uh, new whips, new whips, uh
New whip with the top, woah
Hold up, not even
New whip with the top dropped (Uh)
Suplex a nigga like ascension
The cop dropped (Uh)
I ain't got no million dollar deals
I still make hits
These niggas got million dollar deals
And just take shit
I'm not with it
Scope wide, I got good vision
I'm seein' through these fake niggas like Bran
You niggas too timid
A little loose-lippin'
I'm in the booth sippin'
Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinnin'
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? I'm
Into givin' coffins out
I caught him at the coffee house
And made him walk it out
I'm not cool
I'm not nice, I'm not you (Nah)
There's no friends
No feels, this kid's stupid (No)
Fresh smile, gold tooth
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
Not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you
There's no friends
No feels, this kid's stupid
Fresh smile, gold tooth, huh
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
I could never show you niggas
All this dirt I'm doin'
Sticks to your face like
"Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
First nigga put you on the ropes
Had you lookin' like a ghost
'Cause you in my heart but you not movin'
Nigga
Look, fuck is you, uh
Fuck is you vloggin' 'bout? These
Niggas actin' stalker now
I follow you
You follow me, we ridin' in circles now
Look, it's a crime mob family, guns at the Gawker house
These arms extended
I'm not givin' daps out
Pounds, pounds, pounds
Empty out the safe
Put the money on the ground
Bitch, I love it
Heartthrob Peggy, I'm above it
I ain't got no fuckin' tickets
I ain't got no fuckin' money
I ain't got no fuckin' digits
Can't call me at no office
Can't call me at no crib
You can call me but Peggy-taker 'cause
I can't let these niggas
Aw, fuck!
Yeah, nigga (Uh)
You know how the fuck we comin' with it (Uh)
You are now tuned into
The motherfuckin' infamous
JPEG-motherfuckin'-MAFIA
A.K.A. Buttermilk Jesus
A.K.A. DJ Half-Court Violation
A.K.A. Lil World Cup
And my nigga Flume
We in the streets, nigga, ah
Uh (Catch me in a cold mood)
Don't, don't, don't call me unless I gave you my number
(Hahahahaha)
That's, that's, that's how relationships built
(Hahahahaha)