Versuri JPEGMAFIA – Thug Tears lyrics

You’re freaking
You’re a flipper
Yeah!
Woah! All kinds of sh*t
(You think you know me)
Weed, crack, and dope (Haha)
Da-damn, Peggy!
(I feel f*cking terrible)
Ayy!

All I need is rest
I am uncontested, how can I confess this?
Watch how I finesse
How you so invested, this can’t be your best sh*t
‘Cause, I am not impressed
Bullets through my body, I’m a different shawty
You my favorite mess
B*tch, I’m never pressed, oh

Keep a fresh Bic, ride down 86, hit!
Roll deep like the ket
B*tch, I’m (smoke)
Too fly in the whip, hit!
Fake news, we ain’t pressed
Is it safe now? Got my trey pound
In case a b*tch wanna test, yeet!
Okay team, follow my command
Yeet! Work hard
Work, work (I feel like I’m bout to throw up)

Yeet, yeet
Work hard, twerk hard
26 no kids, yeah
Talk sh*t, back it up
No fades, throw shade, whole game
Look a damn mess, aye, f*ck the cappin’
Look, no stress, I’m vexed
What the f*ck is my appearance?
I keep a ratchet
I like ’em YesJulz moaning like a actress
She got bandits (Nah), I’m kinda passive
Young Rich Swann, we gon’ cash in
Dust off the ratchets
We got some action
I’m on the main line, I’m tryna catch ’em

Look, I wish, I wish a n*gga would, man
Look, I wish a n*gga would try to test me
I wish a n*gga would go against me
I’m a thug, I don’t play with no rap beef
F*ck around, end up on a backstreet
And I done cried so many times
Look, man

I wish, whoosh
I wish a n*gga would try to test me
I wish a n*gga would go get me
I’m a thug, I don’t play with no rap beef
F*ck around, end up on the backstreet
And I done cried so many times versuri.us
I done did so many crimes (Don’t kill me)
No time, y’all gassed up for the new line, ugh
I’ll make a n*gga cry at his own pad
I’ll make a n*gga cry for his dead dad
I’ll make a n*gga cry for his fat wife
I’ll make a n*gga cry for
I’ll make a n*gga cry for help
I’ll make a f*ck n*gga cry for himself (Thug tears!)

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