JPEGMAFIA - KISSY, FACE EMOJI! lyrics
JPEGMAFIA [Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks] Baltimore, Maryland/N.Y., U.S. 🇺🇸
[JPEGMAFIA - KISSY, FACE EMOJI! lyrics]
A world premier
Please leave your message for 213 [*beep-beep-beep*] 3 [*beep*] 8
Gently [?]
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
He's gon' slide right in, no warning
You got style, keep that shit inside it (Huh)
Doin' no favors
Got that Glock goin' fast, goin' fast, goin' fast
One deep in the back
Black man can't depend on sympathy (Yeah)
I feel like hip hop tryin' put a hit on me
Pussy niggas put me in a box, belittle it
Depot, these beats keep coming in kilos (Kilos)
Switch styles, make 'em feel like Manteo
In this game the police use cheat codes (Ya heard)
Huh, I feel like I just made a case (Huh)
Hold it for style in my other hand
If you been here, why you relate
I stay feeding my kids out they government
Baby Reagan, I'm cracking the case (On the case)
Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang
Step off the stage, I feel- (Hah, damn)
No weeks to relax
On the road I'm a red-head stranger
You know I gotta keep a smoke for the haters
You know I only do th- cut seal
No cases, no faces, no deal
Mind vacant, new check, new heel
This flagrant, better get so real
I love it
Huh, I feel like I just made a case (Case)
Hold it for style in my other hand
If you been here, why you relate
I stay feeding my kids out they government
Baby Reagan, I'm cracking the case (On the case)
Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang [*gunshot*]
Step off the stage, I feel- (Hah, damn)
(Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, trick nigga, talk shit)
You better lock your door, shawty (Three)
He's gon' slide right in, no warning
You got style, keep that shit inside it
Please leave your message for 213 [*beep-beep-beep*] 3 [*beep*] 8
Gently [?]
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
He's gon' slide right in, no warning
You got style, keep that shit inside it (Huh)
Doin' no favors
Got that Glock goin' fast, goin' fast, goin' fast
One deep in the back
Black man can't depend on sympathy (Yeah)
I feel like hip hop tryin' put a hit on me
Pussy niggas put me in a box, belittle it
Depot, these beats keep coming in kilos (Kilos)
Switch styles, make 'em feel like Manteo
In this game the police use cheat codes (Ya heard)
Huh, I feel like I just made a case (Huh)
Hold it for style in my other hand
If you been here, why you relate
I stay feeding my kids out they government
Baby Reagan, I'm cracking the case (On the case)
Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang
Step off the stage, I feel- (Hah, damn)
No weeks to relax
On the road I'm a red-head stranger
You know I gotta keep a smoke for the haters
You know I only do th- cut seal
No cases, no faces, no deal
Mind vacant, new check, new heel
This flagrant, better get so real
I love it
Huh, I feel like I just made a case (Case)
Hold it for style in my other hand
If you been here, why you relate
I stay feeding my kids out they government
Baby Reagan, I'm cracking the case (On the case)
Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang [*gunshot*]
Step off the stage, I feel- (Hah, damn)
(Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, trick nigga, talk shit)
You better lock your door, shawty (Three)
He's gon' slide right in, no warning
You got style, keep that shit inside it