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Jpegmafia - Pink Slip Lyrics

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA]
Officer, I have a problem here
I've named this one JPEG
(It's a my [?])
You are watching a master at work
14 karat, 18 karat, gold
You think you know me

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
Ooh, ooh, old designer on my right wrist (JPEG)
I can take it like a cyclist, white bitch
I been rolling on the right trip, oowee
You ain't even like this, oowee (Superb)
Working around the temples with my right wrist
Nigga, you ain't never been on my shit
Fuck around and get her play with my set
That's on my set, I ain't got no set, nah
I just got respect, I got a check, yeah
And your girl want me, I know she want head
I don't eat no pussy, sike, I lied, yeah (Bitch)
I be dying just like Pac-Man (It cuts)
Eat the dots up, Batman, that man
Carry .22s gat-man, shotgun
Like a hit, bitch I'm that man, black man (Fight!)
At your door with the sack, man, wow, yeah
I am black like Colin Powell, yeah
I got all this money, power, yeah
So you know these niggas sour, yeah
I like to blow on the ketamine
My bitch she look like a samurai (Danger)
Shredder run right on my bitch (Bitch!)
I got your ho on my dick
She be all on the tip, I be riding with the stick, ooh
And your girl ride stick, ooh, she control that shit, yeah
Oowee, oowee, I'm on a terror
Oowee, Peggy, Peggy, you won't dare, yeah
Come around, we bet you're scared, yeah, yeah
(Laughing all the way to the bank)
[Verse 2: Arno Faraji]
Bitch, I'm the shit, bitch, I'm the man
Get this money, live that life, die real, that's the plan
Fuck you sayin', I'm a saiyan, how I'm moving in this place
I can't turn the other cheek, niggas'll shoot you in the face
That's why I'm shootin' from the waist
Fuck a shooter bitch 'cause I don't want my niggas catchin' case
Fuck (You ain't know)
That's why you cannot relate
I might fuck her and get ghost while you boo all in my face
That's 'cause she knew I was the ace
I just slipped out the pussy, then slipped in my Vans
I get cash, fuck a Uber, I'll just hitch the sedan
Puffin' Buddha, fuckin' cougar
She just ripped up my pants
Gettin' hitched, not the plan
She get hit, by my mans
Half a zip in my hands, rolling leafs by the gram
Taking big steps, I might walk and trip to Japan
Don't run your mouth girl, loose lips ain't shit (Fuck)
She let me hit and now I got that pink slip, bitch

[Outro]
New York's down South supplier
We got it for cheap
One thousand grams uncut to the- gut
Damn son where'd ya baby momma find this?
I'm telling on you!