FREE TEANNA lyrics

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA]
I said I'm not with the plan, ayy
I'm like "b*tch who is your man?" Ayy (You think you know me)
Can't keep my di*k out my hand, ayy
Screaming free X and Teann, ayy
Dash of that soy on my sushi...

[Chorus: JPEGMAFIA]
I said I'm not with the plan, ayy
I'm like "b*tch who is your man?" Ayy
Can't keep my di*k out my hand, ayy
Screaming free X and Teann, ayy
Dash of that soy on my sushi, ayy
Uzi the same height as Uzi, ayy
Gave me the sloppiest Suzi, ayy, ayy
Yah

[Verse: JPEGMAFIA]
Two bad hoes on the road wanna give it up
To me...
Half n*gga, half-ass killa never giving up
Plenty pie stocked up for the chicken bruh
I could give a f*ck about your fans or your feeling, ugh
It's a sin to say that anything is similar
Uh
Or I'm on about it
'Cause no face, no case is the norm around it
*URL Dj Don Demarco Sound*
[Bridge: JPEGMAFIA]
And I'm riding in a Bentley coup
Never see 'em, all you hear is shoot
f*ck a Trump and a f*cking coon
This is not for the interviews or the evening news
Nah

[Chorus: JPEGMAFIA]
I said I'm not with the plan, ayy
I'm like "b*tch who is your man?" Ayy
Can't keep my di*k out my hand, ayy
Screaming free X and Teann, ayy
Dash of that soy on my sushi, ayy
Uzi the same height as Uzi, ayy (Chains and sh*t...)
Gave me the sloppiest Suzi, ayy, ayy
*Laughter*

[Interlude: JPEGMAFIA]
Skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet
Please n*gga..
JPEG motherf*cking MAFIA...
Culture vultures get shot.. (Throwing shots)
b*tch n*ggas that call the cops get got (I'm getting money)
f*ck outta here man, free the reals
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2...
(Why you mad at me?)
Damn man look those stacks. Yeah b*tch, quarter million. TMZ!

[Beat Switch]

[Verse: Dyyo Faccina]
Can't keep my di*k in my pants
So f*cked up I just spilled my drink on my manz
I'm throwin' up pourin' up more
I roll up a Stoge
And I don't give a f*ck bout your stance
People only see the surface
Peace can be your purpose
Peep the potency of me it's perfect
f*ck with me it's worth it
And If you do
You can get residuals
All you individuals is pitiful
You'll never be original
Typical type
Stuck on your digital hype
Ain't sh*t without political ties
If you ask me
You got wack beats and despicable rhymes
Worthless
I'm the vaccine for your medicinal purpose
f*ck with me and it's worthless
I'm a lyrical circus
While your sh*t is as boring
As episcopal churches
Ain't no need to be nervous
I got the heat in the furnace, n*gga
Real trap sh*t