Babygirl Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full Babygirl 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 投影の芸術 (The Art of Projection) and Burning Hammer, two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Intro]
What ya gonna do, what you gonna do?
Y’all n!ggas is fu*king doofy

[Verse 1]
Turn his light off since you think you Tom Edison
We cooking n!ggas we beef with like venison
I serve you b!tches the truth like it’s medicine
Pistols and choppas with drums at my residence
Switches on blicks, make you one with the elements
Draco take you out your body like Severance (Eat it)
Crackers be slow, they still don’t get the messaging

Shoot up a school ’cause nobody will mention ’em
How you this pu*sy? Some people need lead in ’em
We got sеdatives (Unbelievablе)
I am a threat, got these b!tch n!ggas panicking
You n!ggas ain’t moving nothing like mannequins
I’m Triple H with the shovel, I bury ’em
Get reparations when I fu*k an Aryan (Too much)
I love these hoes, it be you n!ggas scaring them
Put down the towel when my b!tch on her period
Take that s*it off of the air, you ain’t serious
You n!ggas thirsty for b!tches you sharing
I can’t text you back, I’m too busy for Karens
I’ll beat you right outta that weak s*it you wearing
Stop bugging me, hoe, do I look like your parents? (Your parents, your parents)
Seen n!ggas turn b!tch, confused and embarrassed, I care less
The EDM-rock s*it y’all gas, I do that on some Ferris s*it
Baby, you n!ggas sloppy, you copy, never got popping, you cannot compare with this
I’m a shogun, my beats are the heritage
Born In the major, my instinct was fu*k a b!tch
I’m entertaining you dummy, I punish it (Boom)

[Chorus]
(Baby girl)
N!ggas ain’t worth they salt
It’s fu*ked up, but it don’t hurt that bad

Ay, you ain’t gon’ hurt that bag
Baby girl, you ain’t clock that math
Baby girl, you ain’t gon’ fu*k that man (Baby girl)
Baby girl, you ain’t do that bad
Baby girl, you don’t really need no man
What you gon’ do with all that cash?

[Post-Chorus]
What you gon’ do with all them clicks? (Uh)
B!tch got an ass that will hold up bricks (Huh, huh)
Better get low, high hopes get hit
I’m rapping like cuz’, I’m fu*king his b!tch
What you gon’ do? We don’t know you
Do it old school, beat his ass, strip him to his whole shoes
Fu*k his hoe, put it in a song, that’s your whole boo
When he yap, this will take the bass out his Pro Tools

[Verse 2]
You gay for pay, but the pay never coming
We both took a pic, but your pic ain’t do nothing
This clown get that biscuit, so silence or breakfast and catch a McMuffin
Acting an ass, talking s*it, you get butted
It’s up and it’s stuck, no, it’s hunt or be hunted
It’s lit, you get smoked while I’m over here blunted
The b!tch playing games, but I’m not Travis Hunter

[Chorus]
N!ggas ain’t worth they salt
It’s fu*ked up, but it don’t hurt that bad
Ay, you ain’t gon’ hurt that bag
Baby girl, you ain’t clock that math
Baby girl, you ain’t gon’ fu*k that man (Baby girl)
Baby girl, you ain’t do that bad
Baby girl, you don’t really need no man

[Outro]
What you gon’ do with all that cash?
What you gon’ do with all them clicks?
B!tch got an ass that will hold up bricks
Better get low, high hopes get hit
I’m rapping like cuz’, I’m fu*king his b!tch
What you gon’ do? We don’t know you
Do it old school, beat his ass, strip him to his whole shoes
Fu*k his hoe, put it in a song, that’s your whole boo
When he yap, this will take the bass out his Pro Tools
N!gga