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jpegmafia - jihad joe lyrics

[intro]
you think you know me
what, what, what, what, what, uh

[verse 1]

these hoes still in they dj phase, they comin’ up short on peace and cash
i cannot take all these d+ck+riders, my b+tch addicted to hatin’ and kissin’ my ass

you n+ggas know that i’m
crash with the quickness, f+ckin’ up bands
mask got a n+gga like i’m peggy ipkis
i’m went to lipsh+ts, he gave me xans
,

grow up lil n+gga, you not peter pan
talkin’ that sh+t ’cause you know i’m the one with the beats, the money, the drugs and the land
godzilla and kong with the mic in my hand
, i kick in that door, better hit my line, the bombs don’t land (biatch)

[verse 2]
back in new york, back in the fort, i’m back with the band
jump off the porch with the 30 in hand
sue me for libel, i bet you, i’m liable to say it again
when i come around, they be quiet, i leave, they be talkin’ again (why?)
f+ck y’all hoes, i know i ain’t sh+t, i’d rather get banned
if i’m in the club, then i’m grippin’ my 30, i don’t wanna dance
b+tch woke up early to hate, you don’t even do this for your man

- jpegmafia lyrics

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