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jpegmafia & danny brown - steppa pig lyrics

[verse 1: danny brown]
check
uncut with that [?] (style)
my brain fried, don’t do drugs
had two plugs, one just died (style)
i’m up late, no talk show
been five up, [?] (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, got to be another day of sh+t for me (sh+t for me)
gave up off their stock, had the recipe (the recipe)
nah, i do this for my legacy (my legacy)
[?] my dawg, i need an extra three
you ain’t never seen no things, i use most everything
[?] and say most everything (uh+uh)
bust up, do it like [?], no [?], no ice pack
i ask the b+tch, “do you like that?” (do you like that?)
my young n+gga step for mе, like mo bamba in the paint (get to stеppin’)
you don’t know sh+t about me, n+gga, who is yo’ man?
brown, got a one extra like lifestyle, bbc
white girls all on me, but—
love, my d+ck could roll it up
make her real like whitney, get the bands up, [?]
i be on my lonely, worry ’bout no gossip
n+ggas pocket watchin’, y’all look in my wallet
just keep it out, got hush, hush
hang tough, they ain’t like us
just hang yourself if you need help
[verse 2: jpegmafia]
uh, back in this b+tch 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 go, boy, you ain’t kai, one twitch and you banned
ninety degrees a coat, hoe, and i ain’t showin’ no hands
uh, i make it harder to breath
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 b+tch, what’s the issue? you b+tches ain’t barkin’ when you off the leash, f+ck ’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 finally replace it for me
when i stalk your lanes and i see you livin’ life respectfully
and i tell myself, “you ain’t know her worth,” and i draft apologies (f+ck)
uh, check it out, man, look (step it)
these n+ggas act like i know them
these n+ggas be d+ckridin’ 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 two [?] high in celsius, canada gold like frozen
bet if i let off these shots, no games, you finna just dance like [?]
white people love makin’ excuses and b+tchin’, i guess it’s what culture is for them
you know that this sh+t don’t stop black men that hate me, usually talkin’, broke as h+ll
mad people love me for me, why they still put on a fret and n0body knows them?
don’t like when i talk like this? (nah)
’cause they know that this sh+t is for them
these crackers love talkin’ ’bout me and actin’ like it’s my job to ignore them
b+tch, please (please), still rich, still pretty, still tourin’
still lit, still gritty, i’m borin’
i don’t f+ck with you n+ggas like hogan
trigger finger just be glitchin’ his program
i ain’t takin’ disrespect from no man
n+ggas step out, 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)

- jpegmafia danny brown lyrics

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