Letra de Jordan Rules - JPEGMAFIA

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You ain't gotta be white for this Kimber to give you a tan

Uh, bid on the boss, double the cost, bam

They sucking dick when you poppin', I know they gon' stop

I want my advance

Got these bitches jumpin' through the hoops to get closer to the PEG

I'm fucking a fan

Yeah, I fired my PR, that bitch was a loser

More leather than money in hand

Uh, I did not grow up with baby videos, my mama could not afford cams

These niggas be whiter than snow and they grow up, that's how come they relate to they fans

Keep a hand in they face, when they shoot

This Tiananmen Square, niggas tankin' the plans

I was wrong when I said Dillon Brooks

I'm a Billy Laimbeer kind of man

Hoe, square up when you step in my lane

I got Jordan rules to put you in the pan

I be fuckin' my bitch to the side

My side bitch bump Joey Valence

At the Boiler Room, you could've died

All these fuckers do not got no hands

What you not—

What you not gonna do is step up to my face with that playing

Uh, out of my mind, I'm not out of thots

Out of the pan, I'm whipping the pots

Brain over pussy, thought out of the box

All of you niggas is tender and soft

AND1, point the foul out

Shook that motherfucker right up out of his socks

.45 to his lightbulb, Teddy Pendergrass, we just turned that bitch off (Alcoholism and Soma addictions grow more severe)

Fuck nigga

I was born in the '80s, nigga

I don't give a fuck about nothing you stupid ass niggas is doing

Fuck y'all

I got more choppas than crackers that don't trust the government

Look what I'm— (Totin')

We aim at your head

You voted for Jill, you a fed (Totin')

Higher than healthcare, do some cardio

Shot your boss like my brother was Mario (Murder)

Choppers and pistols with automatics attached

Next to katana like Joker (I'm ready to laugh)

The Kimber a freak, band geek

Keep the drum in her butt

I know you niggas be jockin', the bitches be barkin'

I'm ready to muzzle a mutt (Totin')

Higher than healthcare, do some cardio

Shot your boss like my brother was Mario

Choppers and pistols with automatics attached

Next to katana like Joker (I'm ready to murder)

I was born in the '80s, nigga

I don't give a fuck about none of you Twisted Tea sippin' punk bitch-ass niggas be doin'

Y'all niggas is pie

All of y'all

Hahaha

Born in the '80s

Look

I ain't gon' front, got that shit, Pelican

I break it down when I'm checkin' my ticket

Eskimo bros with some niggas I'm better than

Industry niggas all estrogen bitches

White people copyin' culture, I wanna be Trump since y'all wanna be niggas

And how come your bitches be hittin' me up on the side 'cause she want her a nigga?

How come they get so defensive when you call 'em out, they don't wanna be—

How much you hate that nigga?

I hate him so much, I hope they die

How much you hate this nigga?

His daddy dead and his brother is pie

How much you hate that nigga?

I'm fucking his main, I'm working his sides

Where's your patience, nigga?

I ran out when he started runnin' up the lies

How did you break this nigga?

I took all my enemies names, I don't beef, I mime

Your bitch, your house, your clout

That's mine

Them cars, them clothes, them hoes

All mine

I got these beats doing cardio

El Generico, mask up and body hoes

Don't flinch, don't move, don't breathe

He dyin' for clout, press his funeral tee

Soma addictions grow more severe

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