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jpegmafia - feed her! lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m at the crib with no money, no b+tch and no guns, boy, what is you doin’ with me?
i be looking at these children like, “what is you doin’?” it must be the boomer in me
words pop out these n+ggas, yes, i know they p+ssy as f+ck and we never gon’ meet
your beats like my kimber, the sh+t never jam, n+gga, i’m used to the heat (facts)
these n+ggas don’t know how to score, they just setting the screen
f+ck what you do for the others, boy, what is you doing for me?
how do i stay in your mind, lil’ b+tch, and we still ain’t meet?
my b+tch same color as dave east
i put pause on a n+gga like mе
i spit bars like i never gеt sleep
how did i move in your mind rent+free?
huh, taxing a lease, i think im prince ali
you minimum wage, i’m prince hakeem
it’s dirty, you alt+right trolls ain’t worthy
i stay in your mind, it’s workin’ (uh)
you have no worth, it’s hurtin’
don’t know any n+ggas in person (nah)
never step outside, just lurkin’ (ooh, ooh+yeah)

[verse 2]
oh, that’s you, i be for certain
my kimber my main b+tch, but, yeah, me and my glock be flirtin’
be careful where you stay, i left my prints, stay nervous
stand back, stand by, stay learning, uh
when one of these crackers get brave and i put kimbers to their face
y’all better thank me for my service
my world different, i’m kyrie irving
n+ggas be b+tchin’, they have no purpose
testing my patience, i’m going to search you
running a clinic and feeding the nurses
miracle bars, you wrapping a turban
n0ble savage, i’m maria minerva
baby, i feel like a servant
it’s not like i don’t deserve it
patience, trust, gotta earn it
grab my baby, came back to this curvy
i feel as dripped and i’m nervous
how, how
how it feels when i bring up your memory
ooh, you feelin’ me now, keep callin’ me from his house
the pressure on pile, all these sticks, i just can’t put it down
now i hear ’bout my name in your mouth
all that money, he still on my couch
what that smell like? bars
i’m a thot that was never in doubt
they love me ’cause i spin on them messy
they f+ck you ’cause you giving them clout
f+ck a girl, make a beat on my couch
on the road to some riches, i’m laughing
’cause i keep running into your— (uh)
how i keep running into your exes?
i keep texting, know she get the message
feed her

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