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[intro: denzel curry]
you think you know me
out the trenches for you flabbergasted, fat f_cks
it’s your boy denzel curry in this b_tch
and i’m chillin’ with my n_gga 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 b_tch body like my n_gga wayne say
and you know, for pete’s sake
n_gga, the boy denzel curry gotta do what it take
to get that motherf_ckin’ money and that motherf_ckin’ bread
to get it all on your b_tch head, you dig?
so, this how we gon’ do it

[verse 1: denzel curry]
okay, so i gotta be rude
no matter which way you go, you’ll still be a square like a rubik’s cube
zeltron, n_gga, 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 sh_t 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 n_gga, but i’m north dade, n_gga
this year, i’ma be a too_paid n_gga
knockin’ off the top, that’s a toupee, n_gga
i’m a tsunami, the new wave, n_gga
most of your members will be dismembered
when you fall off, b_tch, i’m yellin’ out, “timber”
you couldn’t f_ck with me if i had tinder
last name curry and the c for charisma
somebody from street fighter 6 on my neck
but you n_ggas never do it like this
got a brand new all_gold shin, ak_ma hangin’ from my neck to my d_ck
[interlude: denzel curry]
live and direct out your b_tch p_ssy
this your boy denzel curry in this ho
a.k.a. zeltron, a.k.a. big ultra
y’all n_ggas don’t know what the f_ck it is
when a real n_gga step into a room with some alligator shoes on
’cause you know we straight out the swamp, straight out the everglades
out of florida, b_tch_ass n_gga
you feel me? dade county, get sprayed county
lauderdale or slaughterdale
you already know what the f_ck it is
ayy, peggy, let me talk to ’em one time, hold up

[verse 2: jpegmafia]
n_ggas be beggin’ for sh_t to be different until they get it, then they treat it indifferent
people projectin’ they bullsh_t at you ’cause they dissatisfied with the life that they living
n_ggas’ net worth be like seventeen bucks while they begging for feet pics from shortys i been in
i can sniff out you proximity hoes, always near some sh_t going on, but never did it
i don’t understand when people talk sh_t 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
n_ggas be tryin’ to f_ck on your b_tch 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 good night
y’all tried y’all best, but ain’t hittin’ it right
kimber og, i’m as high as a kite
shop for success, well, i bought 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 f_ck with my money, try f_ck with my mind
then acting like f_cking they b_tch is a crime
this ain’t relatable, this ain’t debatable
somethin’ happened to you, it’s by design, shh
[interlude: jpegmafia]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, man
jpeg motherf_ckin’ 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_ass underground rappers
locked in the airbnb somewhere with a bunch of n_ggas, playin’ with each other’s d_cks
zero women around, loopin’ records n0body wants to hear

[verse 3: jpegmafia]
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
f_ck_n_ggas 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 the one you got in your vault
’cause that sh_t is shaky
heard the church service said, “come as you are”
so i showed up with a whole bunch of b_tches that hate me
told my main b_tch to stop actin’ expensive
girl, pass me the mic, you as clueless as stacey
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_ass n_ggas get exposed everyday and i don’t gotta do nothing more than frustrate him
he’s not a threat, b_tch, i’m on him, a vet
i had marksman in basic, i never need training
ayy, they make a career from hating
ayy, they make a career from faking
i sh_t_talked my way right into a bag
you p_ssy in private, beg him for collabs
you pillow_talkin’ to these b_tches, 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’ b_tch
f_ck n_gga
[instrumental outro]

- jpegmafia

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