JPEGMAFIA - KISSY, FACE EMOJI!

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Gently spin me around
Oh, spin me around (Peggy spin me around)
I know it's wrong
Oh, girl, now say they are (hello?)
Baby, I

You better lock your door, shorty
You better lock your door, shorty (shorty)
We gon' slide right in, no warning
You got style, keep that shit inside it (huh)

Do me no favors
Got that Glock goin' fast, goin' fast, goin' fast (uh, brrah)
Whoa, yeah, uh

One deep in the back
Black man can't depend on sympathy (yeah)
I feel like hip hop tryin' put a hit on me
Pussy niggas put me in a box, belittle it
Depot, these beats keep coming in kilos (kilos)
Switch styles, make 'em feel like Manteo
In this game the police use cheat codes (ya heard?)

Huh, I feel like I just made a case (huh)
Hold it for style in my other hand
If you been here, why you relate?
I stay feeding my kids out they government
Baby Reagan, I'm cracking the case (on the case)
Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang
Step off the stage, I feel so, ha, hoo, damn

No weeks to relax
On the road I'm a red-head stranger
You know I gotta keep a smoke for the haters
You know I only d-, cut seal
No faces, no cases, no faces, no deal
Mind vacant, new check, new heel
This flagrant, better, yet, so real
I love it

Huh, I feel like I just made a case (huh)
Hold it for style in my other hand
If you been here, why you relate?
I stay feeding my kids out they government
Baby Reagan, I'm cracking the case (on the case)
Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang
Step off the stage, I feel so, ha, hoo
Hoo, damn

(Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, trick nigga, talk shit)
Oh, you better lock your door, shawty (three)
We gon' slide right in, no warning
You got style, keep that shit inside it, oh

Written by:
Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks

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