DAM! DAM! DAM! JPEGMAFIA
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[Intro]
Some of you niggas ain't like that
So I-I-I can't, I can't ever say nothin' to you
You know, I just gotta sum you up
You know, you a, you a sum up type
Round you niggas up to one lil' thing, you know, gotta address
You know what I'm sayin'?
Put you in a bucket, dump the fuckin' fire
Damn
[Verse 1]
Damn, damn, I feel like the new black Hen' Rollins
Niggas studyin' my footwork, I'm James Harden
Bitch, who it? (Who it?)
Where you goin'? (Uh, come here)
I thought I told your ass already I ain't from here (Facts)
And, yeah, we gotta drive to La La and you know why
I gotta go and hurry through New Jersey, can't pump there (No)
Babe (Babe), I'm such a negative bitch (Why?)
My friends turned on me, then I turned rich (Pshh)
Sodom, Gomorrah, I turned back, they still talkin' shit, damn
Hold my hand (Yeah), all my ex-ex-fans (That's right)
I promise (Yeah), I swear the baby need some body and a new header (Uh-huh)
I did **** like, "Of course I could do better" (Of course, what else? Uh)
[Chorus]
Gotta take more shots, get a good lead
Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleed
'Til I succeed, work like Little Steve
Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that motherfuckin' ship leak
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what?
Some of you niggas ain't like that
So I-I-I can't, I can't ever say nothin' to you
You know, I just gotta sum you up
You know, you a, you a sum up type
Round you niggas up to one lil' thing, you know, gotta address
You know what I'm sayin'?
Put you in a bucket, dump the fuckin' fire
Damn
[Verse 1]
Damn, damn, I feel like the new black Hen' Rollins
Niggas studyin' my footwork, I'm James Harden
Bitch, who it? (Who it?)
Where you goin'? (Uh, come here)
I thought I told your ass already I ain't from here (Facts)
And, yeah, we gotta drive to La La and you know why
I gotta go and hurry through New Jersey, can't pump there (No)
Babe (Babe), I'm such a negative bitch (Why?)
My friends turned on me, then I turned rich (Pshh)
Sodom, Gomorrah, I turned back, they still talkin' shit, damn
Hold my hand (Yeah), all my ex-ex-fans (That's right)
I promise (Yeah), I swear the baby need some body and a new header (Uh-huh)
I did **** like, "Of course I could do better" (Of course, what else? Uh)
[Chorus]
Gotta take more shots, get a good lead
Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleed
'Til I succeed, work like Little Steve
Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that motherfuckin' ship leak
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what?
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