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Steppa Pig Lyrics by JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown, from the album “SCARING THE HOES“, music has been produced by JPEGMAFIA, and Steppa Pig song lyrics are penned down by Danny Brown & JPEGMAFIA.
Steppa Pig Lyrics
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Uncut with the topside (Style)
My brain fried, don’t do drugs
Had two plugs, one just died (Style)
I’m up late, no talk show
Fiends pop up, who got blow (Everything about JPEGs, I like)
Socks with a hole, had a bank roll
Shop never close even when it’s slow
Ain’t no way, y’all never did shit for me (Shit for me)
Came up off that stove had the recipe (The recipe)
Now I do this for my legacy (My legacy)
Cop four from my dog, gave me an extra three
You ain’t never seen no pain, ’til you lost everything
Make you wanna crash out and say fuck evеrything (Uh-uh)
But stuck to it like fly traps, no pockets swole, no icе packs
Now ask your bitch, “Do you like that?” (Do you like that?)
My young niggas step for me, like Cole, Tommy, and Pam (Get to steppin’)
You know shit bout me, nigga, who is your man’s?
Brown, gotta one extra like the BBC
White girls all me on me, for that—
Love, my nigga could roll it up
They career like Whitney in the bathtub
Sad as fuck
I be on my lonely, worry ’bout no gossip
Niggas pocket watchin’, all up in my wallet
Just keep it on the hush, hush
You ain’t tough, ain’t like us
So be yourself before you need help
Uh, back in this bitch with the dope, she backin’ it up for a gram
Baby, I cannot do nothing with hope, I’ma try molly and xans
They tried to get me to ghost, boy, you ain’t Kai, one twitch and you banned
Ninety degrees with a coat, ho, and I ain’t showin’ my hands
Uh, I make it harder to breathe
My Kimber like my emotions, I keep ’em both up my sleeve
I need more time to myself, I don’t need advice, I just need to be
Back in this bitch, what’s the issue? You bitches ain’t barkin’ when you off the leash, fuck ’em
Uh, they don’t got nothin’ for me
It’s like I been workin’ for crumbs, now I’m feelin’ free as my speech
Colin Kaep’, I’m a free agent, cap the salary, free up my team
Y’all rap like replacements, but they can’t find a replacement for me
When I stalk your page and I see you livin’ life respectfully
And I tell myself, “You didn’t know her worth,” and I draft apologies (Fuck)
Uh, check it out, man, look (Step it)
These niggas act like I owe them
These niggas be dickridin’ for grown-ass men that don’t even know them
They don’t even come outside, don’t ever see mans late night like Conan
They off of that 2chan high, incels just can’t let it go like Frozen
Bet if I let off these shots, no games, you finna just dance like Gotenks
White people love makin’ excuses and bitchin’, I guess it’s what culture is for them
You know that this shit don’t stop
Black men that hate me usually tokens
Broke as hell just mad people love me for me
Why they still put on a front and still nobody knows them?
They don’t like when I talk like this? (Nah)
‘Cause they know that this shit is for them
These crackers love talkin’ ’bout me and actin’ like it’s my job to ignore them
Bitch, please (Please), still rich, still pretty, still tourin’
Still lit, still gritty, y’all boring
I don’t fuck with you niggas like Hogan
Trigger finger just be glitchin’, it’s programmed
I ain’t take disrespect from no man
Niggas rap ’bout guns, don’t own ’em
Y’all sippin’ liquor, you can’t even hold in
I’m takin’ shots everyday like DeRozan (Yee, yee, molly water)
SONG INFO:
Song: Steppa Pig
Artist: JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown
Album: SCARING THE HOES (2023)
Music: JPEGMAFIA
Lyrics: Danny Brown & JPEGMAFIA
