I Lay Down My Life For You Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full I Lay Down My Life For You lyrics by JPEGMAFIA 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 I Lay Down My Life For You and Jordan Rules, two other songs by JPEGMAFIA.

[Intro]
(Muffled Voice)
Look

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
How do I make this b!tch my main and not just on the side? (How)
I tell a basic b!tch you playing girl, I want animal fries
I tell a Christian girl you can't just pray, He want you to try
I tell the stripper I can't log off, b!tch, I love the hate (I can't)
I tell this one girl all of my secrets, that was a big mistake (Fu*k that b!tch-)
This one girl had caught me cheating, I ain't know what to say
Man, these b!tches see right through me, still wanna swing my way
She said she don't love him, she gonna dump him, finna make me look bad
Been fu*king this b!tch for years, that's a side b!tch anniversary (Rrah, rrah)
I gotta make an assist
I gotta get off a shot on this b!tch
Look at the neck and the wrist, these n!ggas wish they was as famous as this (Boy, boy)
Broke up with a toxic b!tch, start fu*king on all of her enemies (I did)
I-
San Jose (I can't forget)
I saw my ex got married today, had to congratulate (Congrats)
I know this one b!tch out in Cali' she still mad at me (Fu*k that b!tch)
I had your girl in Berlin fu*king on me like every day (That's true)
I know this lightskin girl, fu*k with this one n!gga that I hate
Fell in love with a groupie once, had to stop that s*it immediately (That's true)
I know this lesbian girl that swear she got some beef with me
She don't get quiet, I swear this b!tch talking constantly
Man fu*k these hoes, I need a b!tch that's gonna die for me
If you ain't slidin, then you hiding, you won't ride for me (Not at all)
And when I say I love you, know it's not no lie

[Verse 2: Buzzy Lee & JPEGMAFIA]
We're over the same (For me)
Writing's on the table
Over the fame
But I want the game
I just wanna be laid
Falling in the hillside
Tippy toe in real life
I just wanna be fed
Take me to another place
Someone else is real call
[again?]
Telephone to call you home
I wanna see my body on a shed
Just wanna leave it rising on your chest

[Outro: Buzzy Lee]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, yeah