Correction Lyrics super tuesday freestyle 2017 by JPEGMAFIA

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More money, less fame, push my tracks deep
These n***as ain't reviewin' your music, they reviewin' you
Keep it to yourself, get your money, baby, keep doin' you
Step out of line and show these [?] what the Ruger do
Now who is you? Double barrel, twin magic
Hit the W, go through the roof
Base swell up and go through the coupe
Pacin' at this n***a house like Peggy finna hula hoop, uh
Lines around the block feel like Super Tuesday
Bad leather Biden, baby, we need new things
Makin' love to your girl, pullin' tracks out the strings
Pat the weave, I gotta water the soil 'fore I plant the seed
Lots of information in these bars and schemes
These n***as basic, all they know is jokes and memes
Now let's face it, you hate me because you ain't me
You think because I mention forums we the same type of dweeb?
Fifth up in your face when I catch you off-key
This is how it taste when you talkin', don't read
Nipples on my suit, I'm lookin' for Mr. Freeze, cut the green
I don't got fans, I got fiends, what you mean?
Show up to the studio, I'm dressed like Harley Queen
I don't want no picture, give a f**k about your 'zine
Snitches gettin' Christian, hope you rat up on your team
Tell me all your secrets, pour out one Lil B
Tony Braxton pistol had 'em talkin' in his sleep
These n***as don't rap, they incriminate on beat
All I do is spit facts, get money, make heat
Spit up in her ass, let her know that I'm a freak, don't speak

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