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letra de coke or dope? - jpegmafia

[intro]
yeah, yeah (you think you know me)
one, two
okay, uh
la (is you—?)

[verse 1]
i keep my front towards the enemy like clay mines
passin’ the burner, light ’em up, i feel like draymond
b-tch, all of my writtens are a hate crime (is you coked up or—)
i don’t take breaks unless i’m f-ckin’ up that main one
you ricki lake, you talk about it, but you ain’t one
i caught a case beating my neighbor on his own lawn, he a b-tch
smokin’ on grief, that geddy green, mendocino farms (is you—?)
i got a right to teach a n-gga that i bear arms
peggy liu kang they try and kick it but they fei long (is you coked up or—?)
f-ck is you doin?
man, f-ck all you rappers, i told yo’ main b-tch i hate yo’ songs
cease and dеsist ’cause you a b-tch, now yo’ b-tch gone
hyperpop b-tchеs be loud, lame, rich and wrong (is you coked up or doped up?) uh
i can’t f-ckin’ wear my ranges, these be absolutely dangerous
i can’t show there’s no attendance, you’re not even worth a mention
to anybody worth a mention
there’s levels

[bridge]
back in new york, back in the fort, i’m back with the band
jump out the house, 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
paying the price for the fame, i’ll never be normal again
[verse 2]
(is you coked up or doped up?)
saw my twitter pic and said, “i get my ex a facelift”
clippers in my hand, who i’m tryna fade with?
put him right through the wall, he can phase-shift
uh, with a scope on it, i can knock a martian out a sp-ceship
bald head, march like it’s fresh out of basic
(is you coked up or doped up?)
ooh, bigger than who? baby the 5’9″ goat
sick as the flu, flow’s a whole new dose
i’m f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch, i gave her whole new goals
flashing the burner, tell him his parents ain’t broke
inhale indica, exhale dope
can’t stop, won’t stop, i am not trudeau
crackers want you where they at so they can act like they know ([?])

[outro]
one, two, one, two
one, two, one, two
i’m so terminally online, godd-mn, i gotta check myself
i’m so terminally online, godd-mn, i don’t respect myself

- jpegmafia

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