I’ll Be Right There Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

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[Intro: Jade]
Don’t–, away-away-away, boy
Don’t walk away–
There-there-there for you
Don’t–, don’t walk away, boy
Don’t walk–, don’t walk away
I’ll be right there for you

[Verse: JPEGMAFIA]
Ayy, b!tch, I’m back outside, they getting surprised when they hearing these beats like epiphanies
Back and forth with this African booty scratcher, I left all of that talking for b!tches, B
I was at the château with the blower
You said you would show, but you never did s*it to me
If you showed for that face, that face wouldn’t be s*it but some shots
And stained MOWALOLA tees
This b!tch text other men, sending pics of me
He talk s*it with his friend, send that s*it to me
That b!tch only online, she ain’t real to me
They is what n!ggas think I’m supposed to be
It’s so funny, you claiming you tough, but you can’t back it up, but you back it and post at me
I done had that boy face down, ass up, like yo’ baby mama be, uh (I’ll be right there for you)
Fu*k these n!ggas, I’m spazzing, hitting that ho ’til I gave her a heart attack
I just told that b!tch “seeyuh,” she think Carti back, yeah
I put creativity back on the map
I be spitting that dope like it’s eighties crack
Fu*k you, you ain’t getting no cash back
He see daddy and then he get flashbacks
You keep yapping, I’ll open my Cash App
I ball, head on the sack
B!tch, I go Amber Rose with these MAGA raps
Yeah, I stand on that s*it, ain’t no backing back
I don’t care what you feel, I ain’t factor that and that’s real
Barry Sanders, every run is a reel
Colonel Sanders, keep the recipe sealed
These n!ggas connected like Bronny, for real
That nepotism won’t help you in the field (I’ll be right–)
I let it hit, blowing that coffee, I’m taking a sip

Everybody thinking Peggy sweet
Thinking it’s Splenda ’til I let it rip
Y’all n!ggas thinking you one step ahead
This me letting you know that I’m hip
Y’all keep on thinking I’m playing the hand I was dealt
Yeah, until the same hand get a grip on that b!tch
Y’all want none of them problems
Y’all want none them issues (Issues)
None of your people gon’ miss you (Miss you)
You’re better off with a tissue (Tissue)
Loaded the rocket with missiles
She catching a tip like a stripper
I had issues with my barber (I’ll be right there for you)
You got issues with the clippers

[Intro: Jade]
Don’t–, away-away-away, boy
Don’t walk away–
There-there-there for you
Don’t–, don’t walk away, boy
Don’t walk–, don’t walk away
I’ll be right there for you