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jpegmafia - try me كلمات الأغنية

(intro)
d-mn
forgot to do something
f-ck was it
talked about the trust fund kids, [?], cops
fake starbucks activist motherf-ckers, (did i say it?)
yo, did i diss- did i say f-ck eminem?
i said f-ck eminem
d-mn, what’d i forget to do?
oh yeah, it ain’t over motherf-ckers

i hate you motherf-ckers [x5]
n-gg-s wanna be gods
i’m in it

one time for the little line baby girl
i’m in that thing like what
[verse 1 – jpegmafia]
r.i.p. to my haters out in the d.r
tryin to live they life gettin k!lled by f-cking latinas
if it was up to me i’d end they f-cking history
deport em if they got no papers, oof the irony

but see this sh-t was never new to me
warned you n-gg-s about that black-brown unity
this racism sh-t is too deep for any philosophy
i don’t know why you dumb crackers had a monopoly
i don’t know why y’all fraternizing with enemies
don’t know they race so them f-ckboys pretend to be
anything they wanna be
got some f-ckin wannabes
zoe saldana (…..)

black to the core b-tch my skin on extra fleek
y’all been piggybacking offa n-gg-s since slavery
but that sh-t stops here i rose to the pulpit
and brought extra bullets for that hola papi bullsh-t

[chorus]
i swear on james brown if you try me
red hooks on em like spike lee
i said i swear on james brown if you try me
red hooks on em like spike lee

[verse 2 – jpegmafia]
before i get to the business
i haven’t spit a punchline since christmas
amazon guns get clipped with the quickness
ya must want death on your wishlist, bomba
this that headshot close proxy
gotta question for you b-tches in the hot seat
what would g.g. allen do, let’s dig up the body
put that cracker on his knees and let him pray to my shotty
this is-
young thotty, benghazi
i catch bodies
no leader mask gone somebody stop me
the real marxist harmonist i’m a n-body
black jesus, dark casear i rep commies
i wish a f-ckin officer would try to run up on me
2nd amendment, b-tch i got the glock on me
hot steppin who’s f-ckin with the young devon
send yo -ss to heaven, go to 7-eleven

[chorus]
i said i swear on james brown if you try me
red hooks on em like spike lee
i swear on james brown if you try me
red hooks on em like spike lee

[verse 3 – jpegmafia]
n-gg-s be talking bout what they wanna do to the prophet
b-tch stop it i’m john hopkins i close coffins
straight stalkin
i get to walkin your purse is falling
the fellas marchin
tryin’ your best to be cautious
this is coins over paper
i’ll pay the bill for your wake
i k!ll a coppa and bake ’em
ship ’em off to jamaica
brake a dread with the vapor
i never been in the paper
but when i do
city of god, z in the making
b-tch know i
never trust a preacher or a rabbi
compress me or check me b-tch i’m a motherf-ckin landmine
young black landline p-ssword is these cans flying
all up in your cubicle
b-tch i work on my own time
k!ll a cop for full time and take him out as old time
i dont give a f-ck about a n-gg- talkin gun rhymes
peg more than showtime
i spit f-ckin c-ke lines
flash a n-gg- to blam him and make him give me a cosign

- jpegmafia

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