1. |
BALD!
03:00
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Fuck that bitch I changed plan
Switch my style like I switch hands
Block the witness take the stand
Fuck out the way bitch back it up
Shit better get played in a palace
I cant treat niggas like big deals
Why put up a front I’m callous
BALD!
I look like Ray Allen
These niggas make beats on big wheels
Yo files is not a challenge
Boy u cant rap for shit
Shuttlesworth blessed me with talent
Hairline proof God needs balance
BALD!
Look I’m cashing out
Young Darby I’m tagging in
They gon’ bring your casket out
I hope that u fit in it
OOOOO
What u doing babe
How u get caught with no gat
U niggas must got no pride
Peggy gon’ give u no slack foreal
Cuz u pussy
Keep my business off the gram
Switch my style like I switch hands
Going to war, on foreign land
Fuck out the way bitch back it up
Shit better get played in a palace
Wait
I cant treat niggas like big deals
These toys don’t come with no kids meal
Been there done that done seen it
Not my girl but I fuck her like she is
They be Fucking up my lyrics on genius
And these pussy ass critics repeat it
Been the same since Even Stevens
Yall niggas switch with like the seasons
Y’all lives ain’t got no meaning
And them deals ain’t got no freedom
I cant just loop it and leave it
Gotta smack it up rip it up and eat it
HA!
U cant feed your kid because
u spent that shit on your car
Tape my hands I’m going over squares heads like a VCR
HA!
BALD!
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2. |
COVERED IN MONEY!
04:09
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I’m covered in money
I’m out for the bag
OOOOOO
I flew out the country
borderline dressing in drag
I brought you a Hearse
Hope you fit in the back
Im poking it out
nicki minaj
The meek getting dragged
Bitch I’m upset I ain’t...
Bitch im upset
I ain’t mad
Cutest niggas in my class
Shout out Zel, Kwes, & Thai
Those my peers
Spitting slurred, I can’t handle my beer
Beat my dick when I look in the mirror
When I bust it cancel my fears
Too much guap!
Too much heat, you can’t call for no cop
Too much filming you, seem like a opp
Fuck the underground
Im going pop
Only Mandy Moore played in this drop
More hits than the 4 tops
Hairline like a 4 tops
Stretch!
Rapping like I signed to koch
Eating ass, head to toe in this gold
Can’t nobody touch me
I feel like Fort Knox
Im outta my class
Digital dash
Modern day cannibal ox
Its dirty
Dirty
Bag log on my personality
Because you thinking that know me personally
You rehearsing me & it’s surfacing
These ain’t bars I’m describing a murder scene
Dis a Big thing
Money getting fucked up, like he ving rames
cuz they don’t know my name like the ting tings
chuck berry big strap
That’s my ding-a-ling
really coming from the heart
When I sing tings
finna get dis bitch shaking like jingling
Rip Bernie mac, legend in the game
RIP Bernie Mac
when I die hope my music gives cowards pain
pray allah, Christ, & Buddha
You’ll never be shamed
My little kids
Gonna inherit this fame
E +
My celebrity name
I’ma tell u now
If I go plat
Best believe little bitch that Peggy gon’ change
ya’ll better pray I stay in my lane
Never switch my ideals
For position or fame
if you do dirt
keep it quiet like pootie tang
lose it all for the nut
Im Louis CK
Gag order on him
we ain’t tryna civil
hoe I’m aiming for your head like Martin Luther king
Shoot at your tour bus
We gon’ increase your streams
Big strap like
Portia de rossi
Damn
niggas just shitted on me
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3. |
BODYGUARD!
02:23
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Yo
Who gon' hold me down?
Who gon’ work my body?
Who gon' touch me up?
Who gon’ fuck me in?
Who gon’ stick around?
Who is worth it?
Yea yea..
Two things that I learned
Is I’m worth all the prize
Sugar and spice
Everything nice!
Who’s gonna turn me
Bitches gotta earn me
I’m to hard
she
Can’t be
Can’t be
I Don’t want no war.
I don’t want it with nobody but you
No protection with nobody but you you you
Bodyguard
Why you wanna hurt me babe
How you see through my act
Please hit me back
Girl don’t me like that
You know I want it
I know you want the
Credit cards
The fancy cars
I know you want the world
I told ***** I’m coming
I got no refunds
I told my baby its rented tonight
Who’s gonna turn me
Bitches gotta earn me
It's to hard
He
Can’t be
Can’t be
I Don’t want no war.
I don’t want it with nobody but you
No protection with nobody but you you you
Bodyguard
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5. |
CUTIE PIE!
02:48
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whole time I got the vice grip
triggers busting niggas ducking
I got the right clip
good manners or the damage
a nigga might tip
I drive the boat for the passengers
this a kodak moment A nigga might drift
I work smarter not harder
this is a life tip
can’t get your show on the road ~
nigga’s need a pilot
you niggas trash still slaving away on sylenth
matter of fact you slaves
no matter who niggas sign with
lemme look at your deal
21 savage
to these millie vanilli ass niggas
don’t even own what they rhyming
I cant take this living all alone
I’m phyllis hyman
billie eilish
got 4 grammys
It’s frightening
slick old nigga I’m pebo bryson
flows be so so u off key
rapping like its 04
wrote this in red monkeys
steady hand Peggy my production is a diamond
precision execution and timing
slick rhyming
pick up the pattern tackle melodies like a lineman
rapping offsides throw the flag when you fine him
up in your turf with a bomb and a plan
flowing in enemy territory
I feel like walt white
teach u niggas how to get busy on usb mics
rapping like schoolly d
and dressing like magnum P.I.
she need a tip drill
peggy been uncut since E.I.
all these amatuers
they cant keep up with my stamina
ebony
wrong category
you ain’t built for what you backing up
make yo bitch back it up
all these weirds beats
you commenting while I’m stacking up
gots to find new wave
these niggas stay attacking us
feel like a Titan
when i'm strapping up
my flow a bachelor
get to fucking on the back of her
and get attached to her
pistol poking I look after her
your beats innacurate
muddy low end and you over-compressing
because you don’t know what you doing
so you be stacking it
don’t know the difference between threshold and attacking it
you impassionate
ungrateful
mince meat don’t mince words
bitch I hate u
thinking about what I’ma do
& how ima do it when I face you
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6. |
THE BENDS!
02:55
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maybe I’m stuck to my ways
fantasies fantasies
i should rap like sly tendencies
but obviously i’m who I meant to be
my leader treat me like a enemy
he’s a casualty
wonder if he cries when he sees fans of me
cant believe we thought he’d be the man for we
It’s SAD
foreal
melody
when we fucking
you better pretend to be
gotta keep that on brand positioning
no surprises
you know its the bends with me
halt
niggas dying we know it’s y’all fault
people pray to the press too impeach
deeper down know that vote is a loss
SAD!
~~~~
maga raps
caught a body with a maga hat
who trying to get rid of me
let my bottom bitches handle that
no baby I don’t wanna go
ah
made men make it look close
fuck the polls
change the language
when they decipher the code
flip the script
now the caption closed
vice city used to print all my codes
strap on my hip because I’m bitter and old
mountain dew sippers they hating the scroll
yea yea yea
bunker bitch decorating his home
black man got it sowed
get the money
y’all can keep all the hope
rich!
all my enemies is broke
big bank
& we raking in more
yee
off a probation
them cases is closed
woo
i'm a tell we like trump told you
fuck it niggas what we got to lose
ain’t gon' be no peace with the crew
because this one piece we gon' aim at you
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[tommy]
i think i’m insane Do you love me?
i think i just came Do you trust me?
when i stare hard u get ugly
i Just look away at the money
I don’t come from money but they
Say I I look expensive
he lay me on the table with a bag
cause I’m his pension
If you with me won’t go hungry
If you with me call me mommy
Fucking wit the ghost in my body
pray to the pussy like haunt me
Stretch marks on my skull I wasn’t made For me at all
cut me open with your jaw lick the writing on the wall.
I got fat mouth no collagen
I got a fat cat and my throat infinite-
He want a picture with Tommy
Save that shit like JPEG
she wanna know who’s Mommy?
blood pact, wolf pack, hashtag-
she put a gun to my halo
i talk to god and he calls me emo
he put a tongue to my halo
i talk to god and she calls me emo
[jpegmafia]
Some of my friends got big dreams
Some of my friends tote big beams
None of yo friends get no cream
These niggas look blank got no theme
Just got a new thats Mac that 15
Young bald head nigga I’m ms. clean
Catch a nigga off guard like pistol pete
Light a square nigga up like Billie Jean
just got a new grill
So I can’t eat
Bruh I gotta feed my motherfucking family
gotta make it to the top and get a grammy
But I be playing with the drums like a band geek
Bitch nigga don’t make me aggy
Dome shot now you look like Cassie
Skinny nigga but I’m built like a athlete
AR same colors as khakis
You my sons but I don’t be the pappy
Stop wasting my time
These Nigga done ran outta line
I’m strapped and ready to die
I feel like thot when I cry
I feel like a god when i rhyme
I can’t believe that he ain’t signed
Why?
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8. |
living single
02:39
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you'll always be a part of me
i'm part of you indefinitely
ooo no you're never gonna shake me
ooh darling 'cause you'll always be my baby
and we'll linger on
time can't erase a feeling this strong
oh boy you're never gonna shake me
ooh darling 'cause you'll always be mine..
pass me that champagne
44 on me like
Like hacksaw jim duggan
Dressed like a housewive
Im a bad husband
Keep the fears tucked in
champagne for the pain & suffering
Fans same color as voice of Tim Duncan
All these niggas screaming gang
scared to get jumped in
Nigga them pistols on yo gram
Suppose to be tucked in
Chill watch and observe
Peggy don’t say nothing
Let em’ stay fronting
Swish
Only floaters
Wiser older
sending signals to the weirdos
I’m a young s-mulder
Keep it calm
Cuz the scully fit right over my shoulder
I love her...
But I can’t even hold her
Tell my baby lie to me
I’m her ayatollah
I’m a hoe
Put my whole head
In the chocha
Little bank
That the big bank never noticed
Check my BMI little bitch I am the sole owner
I need royalties not loyalties to fill my quota
They avoiding me
I’m poised to be a rap shogun
Tweet about me all day
You can’t be focused
Baby focus on yourself
Because I don’t know you
Dark skinded giving out work
I feel like Kelly Rowland
I don’t need no therapy
Beats give me consoling
I’m gagging
They still think they know me
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9. |
LAST DANCE!
02:18
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10. |
SUPER TUESDAY!
02:58
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