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How To Build A Relationship
Flume; JPEGMAFIA
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Jungle juice music
Uh, new whips, new whips, uh
New whip with the top, woah
Hold up, not even
New whip with the top dropped (Uh)
Suplex a nigga like ascension, the cop dropped (Uh)
I ain't got no million dollar deals
I still make hits
These niggas got million dollar deals and just take shit
I'm not with it, scope wide
I got good vision
I'm seein' through these fake niggas like Bran
You niggas too timid
A little loose-lippin', I'm in the booth sipping
Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinning
Fuck is you talking about? I'm into giving coffins out
I caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out
I'm not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you (Nah)
There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid (No)
Fresh smile, gold tooth
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
Not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you
There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid
Fresh smile, gold tooth, huh
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
I could never show you niggas all this dirt I'm doing
Sticks to your face like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
First nigga put you on the ropes, had you looking like a ghost
'Cause you in my heart but you not moving, nigga
Look, fuck is you, uh
Fuck is you vlogging 'bout?
These niggas actin' stalker now
I follow you, you follow me, we riding in circles now
Look, it's a crime mob family
Guns at the Gawker house
These arms extended
I'm not giving daps out
Pounds, pounds, pounds
Empty out the safe, put the money on the ground
Bitch, I love it
Heartthrob Peggy, I'm above it
I ain't got no fuckin' tickets, I ain't got no fuckin' money
I ain't got no fuckin' digits
Can't call me at no office, can't call me at no crib
You can call me but Peggy-taker
'Cause I can't let these niggas-
Aw, fuck!
Yeah, nigga (Uh)
You know how the fuck we coming with it (Uh)
You are now tuned into the motherfuckin' infamous
JPEG-motherfuckin'-MAFIA
A.K.A. Buttermilk Jesus
A.K.A. DJ Half-Court Violation
A.K.A. Lil World Cup
And my nigga Flume, we in the streets, nigga, ahh
Uh (Catch me in a cold mood)
Don't, don't, don't call me unless I gave you my number
(Hahahahaha)
That's, that's, that's how relationships built
(Hahahahaha)