Letra de Guess What Bitch, We Back Hoe! - JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown

(Feat. Danny Brown)

No, you ain't

Check

Throw it back for a thick boy

I'm a outcast, still outlast

Your favorite rapper, no hits, boy

This offshore cost more than yours (Uh-huh)

Had Dior three years ago (Style)

Made my way, carved my own lane

Still hatin', do my own thing (Yeah)

Ain't cryin' over no spilled milk (Nah)

Fuckin' bitches like Wilt the Stilt (Style)

Made it off the deep, coulda got killed (Ha)

Or locked up, we don't fuck with death (Ha)

But guess what, bitch? We back, ho

We ain't never left, just sound good

But guess what, bitch? We back, ho

'Cause we ain't never left, just sound good (Uh)

I'm Detroit Red on a whole lotta X (Ow)

He ain't in my pocket and I got that check

Had to check for the shoestring

If you try to shoot, things might jam up, so try your—

Don't try to be lookin' out

Keep it on me if you try to doubt

What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

Seen a lot homie, and watch your mouth

Guess what? We on (We on)

Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)

Up outta here and we smokin' that strong

Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone

Guess what, ho? We on (We on)

Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)

Up outta here and we smokin' that strong (Well)

Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (Style)

Guess what, ho? We on (We on)

Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)

Up outta here, smokin' that strong (Let's go)

Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (Uh)

That money can't save you, bitch (No)

Them guards can't save you, bitch (Uh-uh)

Your pimp just playin' you, bitch (That's right)

How you wanna be a thug and you rich? (Why?)

You can tell they was raised like some bitches

Creepy niggas always wanna kick it

Give percentage 'cause they want an image

Them people put all of your fam' in a ditch, sni-

Bitch, play me, you gone, just leave me alone

I got a pistol, it's shiny and chrome

Straight to your face, now we hollow your home

Uh-oh, you know (You know)

Me and Danny, we pros (Pros)

Feelin' like Mike, just give me the goal

I'm feelin' like Biggie, they givin' me mo', huh

Woah, woah, woah, uh, let's go, uh

Rappers gettin' extorted (Yeah)

Like hoes who can't afford it (Let's go)

Gotta check in with they daddy

But they get pushed down the toilet

Your fate came with a price and for that price you gettin' aborted

These fake-ass wannabe gangstas turn to actors when they mournin'

Y'all tried to bring the heat, that's how shit pop, Alonzo Mourning

She sing my song to me after we fuck, that bitch retarded

Guess what, ho? We on (We on)

Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)

Up outta here and we smokin' that strong

Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone

Guess what, ho? We on (We on)

Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)

Up outta here and we smokin' that strong (Well)

Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (Style)

I'm ready, I'm ready

No, you ain't

Girl, I'm warning you (Girl, I'm warning you)

If you want my man (If you want my man)

You should just keep your hands to yourself, now-now (Oh-whoa)

Playa, I'm warnin' you

If you want my girl, I suggest that you look (I suggest that you)

Girl, I'm warning you (Girl, I'm warning you)

If you want my man (If you want my man)

You should just keep your hands to yourself, now-now (Oh-whoa)

Playa, I'm warnin' you

If you want my

(Uh)

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