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• Artiste: JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown
• Titre: Lean Beef Patty
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In the morning Maybe we could start a family I wanna see your pretty face Someone who truly understands, how to treat a man Oh, yeah, oh, yeah This is what I need First off, fuck Elon Musk Eight dollars too much, this past expensive For the hoes in the back and the cracks in the slack If I tweet then delete then I meant it (Uh) I don't really need a check, 'cause I got no respect And these niggas might know me like a dentist (Uh-huh) Said he all about free speech So he hear some shit and then get offendеd (Uh, let's go!) This ain't what you want (Let's go), no, this ain't what you want Ah, fuck y'all niggas, I feel like Papa John (Insanе) Laughin' straight to the bank, I'm Tony Khan (Khan) And they hate what I say 'cause I ain't wrong (Hate 'cause I ain't wrong, uh) What kind of rappin' is this? The kind that make rap niggas pissed (You know it) I put the dough on my bitch, that pussy ain't feelin' like this, she know it These niggas be textin' with kids, it doesn't get stranger than this, that's hoe shit Fuck a bar, I don't fuck with you niggas like I'm Hulk Hogan (Wait) I am mean Rittenhouse with the shot, and repeat While you stretchin' the truth in your tweets I been stretchin' your girl, Iron Sheik What's the deets? In the crib, drinkin' Soylent for weeks (For weeks) Watch your energy, watch what you tweet You can go from Elon to Ye in a week, buddy (Buddy, buddy, buddy) Numb the shots with that antidote Blacked out, we can't take no more So get away before shit get slow Even if I've seen it before Behind the scenes, on the cutting room floor Smokin' up, I don't need no more So let me tell you 'bout where we gon' go Know your place, you won't act wrong, B You ain't gotta lie, hit this anarchy In your head, girl, I'm rent-free She can't stop thinkin' 'bout me So drop it low, like you're pickin' up change Go'n ahead girl, do your thing So bust up, and then what's up? Spittin' fast like Busta You might need to trust her Feel like I love ya