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jpegmafia & freaky - i might vote 4 donald trump lyrics

[intro: freaky]
(this is a certified hood cl-ssic)
ayy, ayy, ayy
ay dios mío!
ayy, ayy, ayy
ay dios mío!
ay dios mío!
ay dios mío!

[verse 1: freaky]
i might vote for donald trump, just to say i did it
i might blindly fall into a group of friends full of bigots
(real trap sh-t)
y’all don’t know my aiming
i got a vision like that’s so raven (d-mn)
gangstas don’t die, they get fat and move to miami
i am he, throw it my way, i-n-t
everything straight like ironed t’s
in the back of the bell burning my degree (llama)
at uni mart yelling, “f-ck bernie”
up early, cup dirty, couple thirties
boy the way that sprite, mix with the lean so purrty
sh-t, my tolerance is no mercy (d-mn)
i just popped 20 xans so the crackers wouldn’t find them
back up to the wall though drugs like “where’s waldo?”
wrote it down, gonzo knows see i chanchó mano a mano
d-mn bro, de plano (ayy, ayy)
ferragamo llama sittin’ on chanclas
deuce feed a fanta or mylanta
(d-mn, son, where’d you find this?)
i just might vote for donald trump just cause it’s legal (ay, dios mío)

[instrumental break: donald trump and jpegmafia]
“-we have gang, gangs, their coming in from all over-”
(yeah, yo)
“-and as we’ve said before, we are going to make our country better than ever before, we have that chance!”
(you…you think you know me…)

[verse 2: jpegmafia]
i might vote for donald trump just to say i did it (d-mn, peggy)
i might call the irs, pay them a visit (d-mn, peggy)
feed all my n-ggas with pistols and privilege them digits (ay, dios míos, peggy)
finna tell that n-gga chris christie to pay me a visit
i brought the guns to the house, i got my feet on the couch
i don’t think y’all understand but i’m tryna bring back the south (d-mn, son)
i’ve been the man for a year (what else?)
you’ve been a b-tch all your life (what happened?)
i got my hand on the crown, yeah, voted for that n-gga twice (two times)
braindead on my birthday, voted for that n-gga high (high)
f-ck a jordan and a huckabee (f-ck ’em), i never wanted the mic (yo)
i never wanted this life (yo), i got a hit for your signs (i do)
my n-ggas been rollin the dice, and now i’m
shaking these crackers for ice (shake ’em up!)
i think that i’m over edge, spear in a christian
got all these lita’s, they giving me head
f-ck what you said, f-ck out my bed, i’m rolling, i’m rolling
i think they got me on my meds
got a b-tch that give that nancy reagan head
carter era, she was humping my leg
bush era, she be close to the dead
trump era, i’ll be k!lling the feds
(real trap sh-t)

- jpegmafia freaky lyrics

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