Guess What *****, We Back Hoe! (Explicit) - JPEGMAFIA/Danny Brown
Lyrics by：JPEGMAFIA ./Danny Brown
Composed by：JPEGMAFIA ./Danny Brown
Produced by：JPEGMAFIA
No you ain't
Check
Throw it back for a thick boy
I'm a outcast still outlast
Your favorite rapper no hits boy
This offshore cost more than yours
(Uh-huh)
Had Dior three years ago
(Style)
Made my way carved my own lane
Still hatin' do my own thing
(Yeah)
Ain't cryin' over no spilled milk
(Nah)
Fuckin' bitches like Wilt the Stilt
(Style)
Made it off the deep coulda got killed
(Ha)
Or locked up we don't fuck with death
(Ha)
But guess what bitch?
We back ho
We ain't never left just sound good
But guess what bitch?
We back ho
'Cause we ain't never left just sound good
(Uh)
I'm Detroit Red on a whole lotta X
(Ow)
He ain't in my pocket and I got that check
Had to check for the shoestring
If you try to shoot things might jam up so try your
Don't try to be lookin' out
Keep it on me if you try to doubt
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Seen a lot homie and watch your mouth
Guess what?
We on
(We on)
Me and Peggy we gone
(We gone)
Up outta here and we smokin' that strong
Feelin' like Mike just leave me alone
Guess what ho?
We on
(We on)
Me and Peggy we gone
(We gone)
Up outta here and we smokin' that strong
(Well)
Feelin' like Mike just leave me alone
(Style)
Guess what ho?
We on
(We on)
Me and Peggy we gone
(We gone)
Up outta here smokin' that strong
(Let's go)
Feelin' like Mike just leave me alone
(Uh)
That money can't save you bitch
(No)
Them guards can't save you bitch
(Uh-uh)
Your pimp just playin' you bitch
(That's right)
How you wanna be a thug and you rich?
(Why?
You can tell they was raised like some bitches
Creepy niggas always wanna kick it
Give percentage 'cause they want an image
Them people put all of your fam' in a ditch sni-
Bitch play me you gone just leave me alone
I got a pistol it's shiny and chrome
Straight to your face now we hollow your home
Uh-oh you know
(You know)
Me and Danny we pros
(Pros)
Feelin' like Mike just give me the goal
I'm feelin' like Biggie they givin' me mo' huh
Woah woah woah uh let's go uh
Rappers gettin' extorted
(Yeah)
Like hoes who can't afford it
(Let's go)
Gotta check in with they daddy
But they get pushed down the toilet
Your fate came with a price and for that price you gettin' aborted
These fake-ass wannabe gangstas turn to actors when they mournin'
Y'all tried to bring the heat that's how shit pop Alonzo Mourning
She sing my song to me after we fuck that bitch retarded
Guess what ho?
We on
(We on)
Me and Peggy we gone
(We gone)
Up outta here and we smokin' that strong
Feelin' like Mike just leave me alone
Guess what ho?
We on
(We on)
Me and Peggy we gone
(We gone)
Up outta here and we smokin' that strong
(Well)
Feelin' like Mike just leave me alone
(Style)
I'm ready I'm ready
No you ain't
Girl I'm warning you
(Girl I'm warning you)
If you want my man
(If you want my man)
You should just keep your hands to yourself now-now
(Oh-whoa)
Playa I'm warnin' you
If you want my girl I suggest that you look
(I suggest that you)
Girl I'm warning you
(Girl I'm warning you)
If you want my man
(If you want my man)
You should just keep your hands to yourself now-now
(Oh-whoa)
Playa I'm warnin' you
If you want my
(Uh)
