Jpegmafia Babygirl Lyrics

[Intro]
What you gonna do, what you gonna do?
Y'all niggas is f*cking doofy

[Verse 1]
Turn his light off since you think you Tom Edison
We cooking niggas we beef with like venison
I serve you bitches the truth like it's medicine
Pistols and choppas with drums at my residence
Switches on blicks, make you one with the elements
Draco take you out your body like Severance (Eat it)
Crackers be slow, they still don't get the message
They shoot up a school 'cause nobody will mention 'em
How you this p*ssy? Some people need lead in 'еm
We got sedatives (Unbеlievable)
I am a threat, got these bitch niggas panicking
You niggas ain't movin' nothing like mannequins
I'm Triple H with the shovel, I bury 'em
Get reparations when I f*ck an Aryan (Too much)
I love these hoes, it be you niggas scaring them
Put down the towel when my bitch on her period
Take that shit off of the air, you ain't serious
You niggas thirsty for bitches you sharin'
I can't text you back, I'm too busy for Karens
I'll beat you right outta that weak shit you wearing
Stop bugging me, ho, do I look like your parents? (Your parents, your parents)
Seen niggas gon' bitch, confused and embarrassed, I care less
The EDM-rock shit y'all gas, I do that on some Ferris shit
Baby, you niggas sloppy, you copy, never got poppin', you cannot compare with this
I'm a shogun, my beats are the heritage
Born in the manger, my instinct was f*ck a bitch
I'm entertaining you dummy, I punish it (Boom)

[Chorus]
(Baby girl)
Niggas ain't worth they salt
It's f*cked up, but it don't hurt that bad
Ayy, you ain't gon' hurt that bag
Baby girl, you ain't clock that math
Baby girl, you ain't gon' f*ck that man (Baby girl) Baby girl, you ain't gon' do that bad
Baby girl, you don't really need no man
What you gon' do with all that cash?

[Post-Chorus]
What you gon' do with all them clicks? (Uh)
Bitch got an ass that will hold up bricks (Huh, huh)
Better get low, high hopes get hit
I'm rapping like 'cause', I'm f*cking his bitch
What you gon' do? We don't know you
Do it old school, beat his ass, strip him to his whole shoes
f*ck his ho, put it in a song, that's your whole boo
When he yap, this will take the bass out his Pro Tools

[Verse 2]
You gay for the pay, but the pay never comin'
We both took a pic, but your pic ain't do nothing
This clown get that biscuit and silencer breakfast, and catch a McMuffin
Acting an ass, talking shit, you get butted
It's up and it's stuck, no, it's hunt or be hunted
It's lit, you get smoked while I'm over here blunted
The bitch playing games, but I'm not Travis Hunter

[Chorus]
Niggas ain't worth they salt
It's f*cked up, but it don't hurt that bad
Ayy, you ain't gon' hurt that bag
Baby girl, you ain't clock that math
Baby girl, you ain't gon' f*ck that man (Baby girl)
Baby girl, you ain't gon' do that bad
Baby girl, you don't really need no man

[Outro]
What you gon' do with all that cash?
What you gon' do with all them clicks?
Bitch got an ass that will hold up bricks
Better get low, high hopes get hit
I'm rapping like 'cause', I'm f*cking his bitch
What you gon' do? We don't know you
Do it old school, beat his ass, strip him to his whole shoes
f*ck his ho, put it in a song, that's your whole boo
When he yap, this will take the bass out his Pro Tools
Nigga