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Yeah, yee JPEG motherfuckin' MAFIA (Look bitch, I'm nauseous, yeah) You know it's motherfuckin', JPEGMAFIA, know what I mean (Look bitch, I'm nauseous, conscious) 3-3-4, 4-4-3, 7-1-8 It's nasty Son Look bitch, I'm nauseous, I'm movin' cautious I'm smokin' dope to clear my conscience, a fuckin' martian Peggy, how you spit so awkward, the beat be barkin' I'm peepin' Breakfast Club, like, "Damn, I wish I was a part" At your crib, I'm at your job, I'm like a fuckin' stalker (Yeah) Forty buck turn Steven Universe to Steven Hawking (Nasty) I'm 'bout them commas, fuck your comments I tote a llama (Brrat), in I-R-L you got no armor, I got no father (Nah) Catch me at the harbor, these crackers harmless You ain't a shooter, bitch, that's fuckin'- Talkin' shit on Twitter, bitch, what you accomplish? Nothin' Like, why does that even make any sense? Do you know what I mean? Like, shit like that, there should be some sort of a rule Letras de cancionesUnless there's like, like, yeah, like, like, inability to consent, like, contest that decision Anybody should- I mean, she's not right, so Do you know what I mean? It's not right I'm good, I'm good, it's just like, yeah From Letras Mania