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flume - how to build a relationship lyrics
(feat. jpegmafia)
[intro]
jungle juice music
uh, new whips, new whips, uh
new whip with the top, woah
hold up, not even
[verse 1]
new whip with the top dropped (uh)
suplex a n-gg- like ascension, the cop dropped (uh)
i ain’t got no million dollar deals, i still make hits
these n-gg-s got million dollar deals and just take sh-t
i’m not with it, scope wide, i got good vision
i’m seein’ through these fake n-gg-s like bran, you n-gg-s too timid
a little loose-lippin’, i’m in the booth sippin’
cyanide to the head, b-tch, i be big sinnin’
f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout? i’m into givin’ coffins out
i caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out
[chorus]
i’m not cool, i’m not nice, i’m not you (nah)
there’s no friends, no feels, this kid’s stupid (no)
fresh smile, gold tooth
heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
not cool, i’m not nice, i’m not you
there’s no friends, no feels, this kid’s stupid
fresh smile, gold tooth, huh
heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
[verse 2]
i could never show you n-gg-s all this dirt i’m doin’
sticks to your face like “hacksaw” jim duggan
first n-gg- put you on the ropes, had you lookin’ like a ghost
’cause you in my heart but you not movin’, n-gg-
look, f-ck is you, uh
f-ck is you vloggin’ ’bout? these n-gg-s actin’ stalker now
i follow you, you follow me, we ridin’ in circles now
look, it’s a crime mob family, guns at the gawker house
these arms extended, i’m not givin’ daps out
pounds, pounds, pounds
empty out the safe, put the money on the ground
b-tch, i love it
heartthrob peggy, i’m above it
i ain’t got no f-ckin’ tickets, i ain’t got no f-ckin’ money
i ain’t got no f-ckin’ digits
can’t call me at no office, can’t call me at no crib
you can call me but peggy-taker ’cause i can’t let these n-gg-s-
aw, f-ck!
[outro]
yeah, n-gg- (uh)
you know how the f-ck we comin’ with it (uh)
you are now tuned into the motherf-ckin’ infamous
jpeg-motherf-ckin’-mafia
a.k.a. b-ttermilk jesus
a.k.a. dj half-court violation
a.k.a. lil world cup
and my n-gg- flume, we in the streets, n-gg-, ahh
uh (catch me in a cold mood)
don’t, don’t, don’t call me unless i gave you my number
(hahahahaha)
that’s, that’s, that’s how relationships built
(hahahahaha)
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