How To Build A Relationship Lyrics
Jungle juice music
Uh, new whips, new whips, uh
New whip with the top, woahHold 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
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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)
