THE GHOST OF RANKING DREAD! - JPEGMAFIA

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Ain’t nothing wrong with the two of us

Know that

Put it down just like you miss me

Know that

Ain’t nothing wrong with the two of us

Know that

Miss me

Know that

Uh, oh, I got baby momma in the back seat

The other baby momma won’t stop harrassin' me

I can’t keep up with these girls

I just want quiet and peace

There’s more than dick in this world

Bitch, take me outta the streets

Gotta keep, fuck every one of you

I got the gun Give it back, I ain’t doing (For real)

She said I’m done with you, I had my fun with you

Take me back to the streets

Watch your tongue when you talk to this geek

Choppa don’t jam, it’s like one of y’all beats

Stay in the lab, get the fuck out the streets

This is not what you want

This is not where you at

This not it

I finesse and I jerk in that bitch

Give it back, I ain’t doing that shit

Can’t do shit on your own, don’t you need the assist?

… you be spittin'

Off-beat shit ain’t gon' make you a livin'

Teach you somethin' since you think that I’m kiddin'

Woah, third-eye rappin' ass niggas

flows, report for an image

Woah, called up the minister, something just ain’t addin' up

But lions and leopards they meant to be jiggy

Hill, they say meant to be pretty

Niggas named after baking soda, but he never touched no fuckin' coke and you see

She’s so thick, hit that bitch with a fast ball, she fuck for an image

Heard your tape but I didn’t get a mention

Last year bitch, I be the sentence

That’s why these hoes just want the attention

Stop talking

I see you blur your face for the 'Gram

I blur your face, forensics

With the star bitch, I’m Jimi Hendrix

I’m Eddie, wait, Kendricks, man