No Strippers in Heaven Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full No Strippers in Heaven lyrics by JPEGMAFIA from the album EXPERIMENTAL RAP along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jpegmafia’s music, you can also explore Bridges on Fire and War Over Land, two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Verse 1]
Back in this b!tch, throwing that money and smacking the ceiling
Better keep her back arched when I’m cracking her s*it
I bought a rifle extended the clip
And I 3D’d the ghost and connected with the switch
Ice on my neck, I take tactical risk
If you sent me the paper, you paid for the hit
Pray to Allah, pray to God or to Him, if the Lord saving sinners, I pray that win
I’d gave up everything now just to contend, you move up in weigh classes, now I’m swinging on friends
Alternate rapper work ethic like Prince and with numbers like Wilt and young b!tches like Vince
See you working the ring and I’m just convinced labels
Lend hands like Thanos, take half of your wins

It take all of your pride to make up in the end, but just think if they died, would they weep for your friends?
One wrong supply could mean tweaking on Fent’ unless we did some together
I just can’t pretend, baby, preach to the reverend, no strippers in Heaven

[Interlude]
Mm
For what he knows not what he does
Amen

[Verse 2]
Okay, I been gave up my pink slip to the reverend ever since I found out there’s no strippers in Heaven
We praying for reigns and we felt it in phases, switch the 10 for 8s and hit like Earnie Shavers
I’m saving no cape on, hoodied up like I’m Trayvon, this AR is spray-on, do not fu*k with me
N!ggas teaming up like the Hardys, yo’ b!tch twisted fate, now y’all tense at these parties
I’ll catch me a case before I lose to these artists, more steps before I shoot, b!tch, I think I’m James Harden
I fu*k (??) b!tches, put coke in they carcass, send her back to you before I take out the garbage
They gasping for air, make ’em reach for the Narcan, I know it’s a phase, I don’t care about the context
When they through with you, they gon’ get them a Tarzan, I jump with no chute like I’m Travis Pastrana
B!tch thought he was cute till I popped his piñata, hit a b!tch from the side out my house by mañana
Ice on my neck like I’m covered in armor, you king as in Tekken, I’m king as in Arthur
Now I love my b!tches like Trump love his daughters
You play games with n!ggas, they ran out of quarters
Now pay me in cash, need a bag with my order
You n!ggas be lame, they be asking like Quora
Your b!tch was on the D, I turned her to a scorer, the more that I’m making I feel like I’m tortured

Picasso my face if you ask for a portrait
Used to offend, went from spooky to Corbin
That b!tch addicted, light up her endorphins, she know this d!ck go from toxic to corporate
Ain’t no succession, y’all drawing the short stick
That b!tch a keeper, she toxic and gorgeous
I go to war for a wh*re if she holding it down, I ride in the house while I’m holding my kid
And I’m holed up in court and your n!ggas be calling police to report
Yo’ b!tch wide as a cow, we gon’ milk you for sure, n!gga

[Interlude]
In Jesus name we pray
Wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah (Amen)

[Outro]
Them n!ggas ain’t making no paper, we acred, pockets fat, a chubby chaser
Too many chefs in the kitchen, we caked up, Chef Peg, you know I’m fu*king the baker
They be pretending to know us, They be pretending to know me, then show up
I could never sing a hymn for the low, ain’t no strippers up in Heaven I know