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jpegmafia - drake era lyrics

[intro]
it’s real, it’s real
(coughing and mumbling)
yeah, uh

[verse 1]
you see me & you see terror (oh yeah)
i got stripes like a flag bearer
peggy, peggy, i’m the new young mayweather
i’m just trying to take hip-hop out the drake era
f-ck a mob
f-ck a squad
f-ck your mans and them
you singing -ss n-gg-s don’t know how to be men
i hit your baby mama
gave that b-tch a new tan
i talk that greasy sh-t
and hit them with a new dance
oh my god (oh)
peggy, peggy
you’re so good
f-ck whoever said you up you up to no good
cause i’m the man in the street
the man with the beats
and the man holding heat
i drop bombs like i drop science (whoo)
drop a body off like a dropped client
drop 6
drop top
drop facetime
i give a f-ck about peace
i spit hate crimes
who the f-ck you know could k!ll ’em with these cold lines?
young peglord on the mic
b-tch, it’s go time
i p-ss white boys off in my spare time
tugging at your heart i’m the black ben carson
so try me if you really wanna
no seriously (yeah)
try me if you really wanna
who the f-ck told you peggy wasn’t getting paid?
i square up with a square n-gg- and catch a fade

[hook]
swisher sweet (swisher sweet)
ain’t n-body can f-ck with me
k!ll the beat (k!ll the beat)
backpackers they loving me
oh my god (god)
oh god (oh god)
huh, huh
swisher sweet (swisher sweet)
ain’t n-body can f-ck with me
k!ll the beat (k!ll the beat)
backpackers they loving me
oh my god (god)
oh god (oh god)

[verse 2]
uh, f-ck you c–n -ss n-gg-s that don’t like rap
but you rap
how f-cking dumb is that?
b-tch -ss n-gg-s be too committed to the act
i know you wanna jock
imma take you off the atlas
with your indie -ss
and you metacritic rappers don’t get no p-ss
you got these white girls singing
these white girls singing
but n-gg-s never feel you so you play it like you different
i’m a f-cking grave digger
i don’t see these boys
you step in my sandbox
you gon’ see these toys
you suburban -ss n-gg-s need to stay in your place
no snaps, no tweets
this is straight to your face
f-ck ’em
i bring death to any n-gg- that try to rattle me
you casualties actually factually you ain’t as bad as me
n-gg-s say they charged up
imma drain your f-cking battery
split your -ss in two and you still will never be half of me, buster!
f-ck your mob
f-ck your squad
f-ck your mans and them
you indie n-gg-s just wanna be black men
i’ve been real all my life
you’re like mc ride
two crackers call your alb-m “n-gg-” and you let that slide, p-ssy
get the f-ck out of my genre, my genre
get the f-ck out of my genre, my genre
rich kids trying to go urban no shaman
but this a new era
i took hip-hop hostage, f-cker

[bridge]
life is like a box of chocolate
life is like a box of chocolate girls
(mumbling)
life is like a box of chocolate girls
i don’t want you in my world
but these people
f-cking other n-gg-s b-tches
let the b-ss h-t ’em
f-ck it, imma split ’em
k!ll a n-gg- for the ribbons
yeah, uh

[verse 3]
i don’t get mad
i get rich
i don’t get sad
i get tips
i’m not a waitress
i’m not a waiter
i don’t
confer
i just
counter, counter, counter
counter attack
b-tch i know you, know you, know you
know you wanna react
but you can’t, but you can’t, but you can’t
you can’t
you gon’ dance, you gon’ dance, you gon’ dance
you dance
i hear your hotline blinging
got a whole generation of p-ssy n-gg-s singing
n-gg-s don’t even know what they want no more
no

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