JPEGULTRA! (Explicit)-JPEGMAFIA

JPEGULTRA! (Explicit)

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时间:2024-08-01

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JPEGULTRA! (Explicit) - JPEGMAFIA

Composed by:Barrington Hendricks/D. Curry

Produced by:JPEGMAFIA/Kenny Beats/Nick Lee/Billy Ray/Alec Goldblatt

You think you know me

Out the trenches

For you flabbergasted fat ****s

It's your boy Denzel Curry in this *****

And I'm chillin' with my nigga Peggy

You already know what time it is

We goin' around the world with it

And inside your girl with it

You feel me

Live out of your ***** body

Like my nigga Wayne say

And you know for Pete's sake

Nigga the boy Denzel Curry gotta do

What it take

To get that ************* money

And that ************* bread

So get it on when your ***** in

Ya dig

So this how we gon' do it

Okay so I gotta be rude

Don't matter which way you go

You'll still be a square

Like a Rubik's Cube

Zeltron nigga I am that dude

Me and J-P goin' A-P-E

So I got monkey bars

But this ain't PE

Everybody said I got ADD

But it never add up

I'ma count past three

Matter fact one

All of this devilish **** from D to MC

But it's guaranteed to make a rev run

Knee-high jump better get far

Or it's T I stomp

South Florida nigga

But I'm north-made nigga

This year I'ma be a two pay nigga

Knockin' off the top

That's a toupee nigga

I'm a tsunami the new wave nigga

Most of your members will be dismembered

When you fall off *****

I'm yellin' out Timber

You couldn't **** with me if I had Tinder

Last name Curry and the C for charisma

Somebody from street fighter 6 on my neck

But you niggas never do it like this

Got a brand new all gold shin

Akuma hangin' from my neck to my d**k

Live and direct out your ***** p***y

This yo' boy Denzel Curry in this ho

AKA Zeltron AKA big ultra

Y'all niggas don't know what the **** it is

When a real nigga step into a room

With some alligator shoes on

'Cause you know we straight out the swamp

Straight out the everglades

Out of Florida *****-a*s nigga

You feel me

Dade county

Get sprayed county

Lauderdale or slaughterdale

You already know what the **** it is

Ayy Peggy let me talk to 'em one time

Hol' up

Niggas be beggin' for ****

To be different until they get it

Then they treat it indifferent

People projectin' they ******** at you

'Cause they dissatisfied

With the life that they living

Niggas' net worth be like seventeen bucks

While they begging for feet pics

From shortys I been in

I can sniff out you proximity h*es

Always near some **** going on but never did it

I don't understand when people talk **** on me

They gotta lead with a lie

Or some fibbing

Friends acting like they don't wanna talk

Then start begging for change

I don't know what it's giving

Niggas be tryin' to **** on your *****

While they dappin' you up sayin'

I see your vision

Fake friends turning on me for nothing

They mad 'cause they failed even with an advantage

This is my fight

I just woke up as a child of the light

Jumped on the beat

Had to tell it goodnight

Y'all tried your best but the heat aimin' right

Kimber OG I'm as high as a kite

Shop for success well

I brought me a pint

Watch how I whip

I ain't stir-fry the rice

Get your head cracked

Just for rollin' the dice uh

Now don't believe hype

Believe what you see not

What's said on the mic

Peggy Chun-Li I kick out every time

Can't keep me down so they try block the shine

Try **** with my money

Try **** with my mind

Then acting like *******

They ***** is a crime

This ain't relatable this ain't debatable

Somethin' happened to you

It's by design shh

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah man

JPEG ************* mafia

Makin' grown men emotional since 2008 at least

Now walk around everywhere as me you know

And you never catch me out here lookin'

Like these dirty-a*s underground rappers

Locked in the Airbnb somewhere

With a bunch of niggas

Playin' with each other's dicks

Zero women around

Loopin' records nobody wants to hear

Uh look

On my knees for a God who can hear

I can't pray to no God I can't fear

I think I should have ran me a cult

Quarterback that ho

Like I'm Peyton on Colts

****-niggas yappin'

'Bout me on they alt

But when I see you

It's degrees of assault

You said you see him

You catching a case

I hope not like the one

You got in your vault

'Cause that **** is shaky

Heard the church service said

Come as you are

So I showed up with a whole bunch

Of ******* that hate me

Told my main ***** to stop actin' expensive

Girl pass me the mic

You as clueless as Stacy

I know that time heals wounds

But my time is money

And I can't use time as saline

Pray for all of my enemies

They either dead or hating literally faking

Lame-a*s niggas get exposed everyday

And I don't gotta do nothing more

Than frustrate him

He's not a threat *****

I'm on him a vet

I hit marksman in basic

I never need training

Ayy they make a career from hating

Ayy they make a career from faking

I ****-talked my way right into a bag

You p***y in private beg him for collabs

You pillow-talkin' to these ******* it's sad

I don't know whether to slap you or laugh

Shower posse give that baby a bath

I know your label saw a cash grab

You got popped then turned hashtag

Stop yappin' online

'Cause you know where I'm at lil' *****

**** nigga

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