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Bridges on Fire (Explicit) - JPEGMAFIA/Buzzy Lee
Composed by：JPEGMAFIA
Produced by：JPEGMAFIA
Everything about JPEG's I like
Uh one two to me
Okay how in the fuck is you niggas still yapping about me?
You know that I come in the clutch
Labels can't do what I do with the money
You know that you niggas be stuck in a rut
Baby girl that ain't ya money
You know that you can't pay for that space with the rappers you fuck
She taking dick like she listen to Taylor Swift
Ice on my neck when I'm chiefing the blunt
Bitches be lying for nothing
They try to sit next to money and get 'em a cut
You getting fucked but you ain't getting paid
I swear these bitches be fucking for hugs
Fucking for drugs
Fucking on niggas who don't even remember who the fuck that they was
I'm fucking your friends I'm breaking a bond
And I'm breaking her back while I'm breaking her trust
Only the M's I got your bitch singing like Tems
You know that I wrap it like Hush
I'm Vic in the clutch you know that they try to defend
But I'm getting it no matter what
I'd rather go to eye to eye with a nigga
Ride for me if you really wanna die for a nigga
If you really wanna earn it then don't lie to a nigga
Man a bitch will really have you going live for a nigga
No sleep everyday waking up like I been rubbing that white in my teeth
When I'm fucking them regular bitches and giving it to her
I'm turning that bitch to a freak
Niggas be thinking that shit still sweet
I'm painting your bitch face like Gleesh
Can't stop walking 'round with this heat
Y'all be bumping that mid and cheap
Fuck y'all niggas them tracks be weak I could loop you in my sleep
You niggas sheep I can't be seen with hoes that's weak uh-uh uh
All of my friends bridges on fire
Shawty I'm tryna make it through the night
Wasn't my friend but it wasn't my fault
It wasn't my man my answer's wrong
All of my days all of my nights
Shawty these heavy days I won't survive
Uh one two
Yeah shawty gon' ride shawty gon' die shawty gon' fucking bring it
Tryna get high tryna get bent I'm tryna fucking feel it
Every time I come through B-more I still get the fidgets
Clutching on the Desi these one-ways can get suspicious
I can't fuck these bitches they malicious and meticulous
And these niggas be acting like bitches they get so fictitious
You ain't gotta lie Craig I don't wanna kick it
Been doing stunts since double digits no impossible missions
Baby girl if you wanna back me up then hold this heat
Hold her head 'cause you can't hold that ho down over me
Choppers overgrown the razor's tucked up in my cheek
You a mobile home you rap but should be rolling weed
She on the phone so much I know she choosing over me
It's a lie but I can't lie it's what's known to me
It's what's known to me I can't get control to me
Envelope is thirty better luck with that than folding me
My baby mama brother brought me out my first key
She said you one of a kind no rehearsing
Keep your mouth shut 'cause you can't pay for hearse fees
And if that Cybertruck get dented no reimbursing
Your daddy in the floor we gon' smoke him
You was screaming for your dogs when they broke in
There was so sure beam on him
I always wanna say thanks
