Letra de Where Ya Get Ya Coke From? - JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown

(Feat. Danny Brown)

(I've named this one JPEG)

Ok, my bitch, she bad

She got me out my zone

I make her shake that ass

This house is not a home

I double-fist the cash

Don't need no payday loan

They be like "Bitch, who that?"

I got Top on the phone

.45 in the flo' seat

And if you know, then you know, you don't know me

I'm waiting for my opps to come, they better show me

And I talk how I talk, bitch blow me, woo!

Fuck you talking about

Oh, let's go

Get money, nigga

The bands

I need my money made in a Harley

And we don't click with all this pasting and you copies

That bitch let everybody in, she like the army

Off top on your bitch like Darby

I fuck your bitch, she fuck my bitch, that's an assist

.45 is sick, I take my shots tongue out like KISS

And the choppa young as Matt Gaetz b-

You think you crazy, well buddy, go enlist!

Fuck!

Let's go

Get money, nigga

The bands

I'm a failed chemistry experiment

Take some acid, playing Jimi, are you experienced?

Where's the fun, Clarence? I make my appearance

Show up incoherent, niggas know I'm a degenerate

Wake up every morning, night before, I don't remember it

Thick bitch, don't know her name but I won't get into it

Hundred on the nightstand 'cause I'm so generous

(Bruiser Brigade!) (Check!)

Oh well, what you make in a year spent those smoking charges at hotels

Don't even know the last time I cut my own toenails

Sipping on that Henny, I can't tell you how broke smells

Write like I'm chiseling on cave walls

A thousand years later, they can break a voicemail

When death calls, won't answer to no one

Came up in this bitch by myself with no gun

Everybody askin' me, "Where ya get ya coke from?"

Underground like archaeologist

Should be in the psych ward for what I do with vocal chords

Call that bitch a totem pole, my face be all up on the board

Inside the vocal booth, we're running out of Bud

A loony thing what I do when you can't

Some people saying that I'm shallow, but I'm jumping off the deep end

'Bout to flip the script, I ain't even read the treatment

Like terms of services, they all in agreement

Used to work the block and I ain't never filed a grievance

Talk to me soft like you can keep a secret

Lower down your voice 'cause it's a high chance of leakage

Know some rappers talking but I could never speak it

Was told to keep my mouth closed and just mind my business

Malicious intent, I made that rent

Sketched out by any car that drove by with tints

Go!

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