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jpegmafia - exmilitary كلمات الأغنية

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uh, uh, ta_da
i heard you got dirt on me,

my famo discourage me, my exes threw dirt on me
(pistol wrapped in dirty sheets, pistol wrapped in dirty sheets)

i mighta broke yo’ homegirl off, but you ain’t gotta unfollow me (facts)
i got ex_friends, know my number and still turn on me
i’m her ex_man, but she pretend she never heard of me
ho, watch what you say, lie on my name, that there is perjury

you living up there with uncеrtainty (for real)
i promise, before you go, i won’t address you personally
but when them boys get to it, they gon’ do it to you purposely

say that sh_t, say that sh_t
say that sh_t, say that sh_t

[verse 2]
pass the rock, i’m open again
past the point of postin’ my friends

why f_ck on her? i can f_ck on her friend
most of you n_ggas can’t f_ck with my pen

that ain’t got no black friends
, but all i see is n_ggas playing pretend

free my bm, she ain’t do sh_t
packin’ you up, send you back to your ends
dead in the water, you swimming with sharks
dm your b_tch, play that ho like a harp (f_ck her)
took that b_tch shoppin’, go check out my cart (gimme that)
switch up the energy, cover the scars

i pledge allegiance, my— uh
[bridge]
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—

[verse 3: jpegmafia & david velasco]
i pledge allegiance to my n_ggas, my hoes, my b_tches and me

, every enemy, painted as soft
if you break up, delete it and crop,
nepo_baby sh_t, these b_tch n_ggas always got they hand out
b_tch_ass n_gga be down for the slide in the crowd when they see a man down, huh!
b_tch, i not just throwing paint at the wall, i don’t do nothing but ball

this an official decision, i don’t give a f_ck
i’m on the cusp
i’m on a mission, dressed like a mortician

cap on his calender, n_ggas need silencers

humbles and challenges, hard to keep balance
i’m set on the version, i’m feeding my cubs

i take a n_gga talkin’ sh_t down to the back road, peggy live life in the backrooms, huh! huh, huh!
i ain’t born rich,

run it up, run it up, run it,
countin’ up, countin’ up all this bread and— (whoo)
[outro]

easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—
easin’ up, waking up
easin’ up, waking—

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