Valentines Day Freestyle ’25 💕 (Unmastered) Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

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[Intro: JPEGMAFIA & SWV]
It’s 2025 n!gga you got, you got free range
You got free range to say whatever the fu*k you want
I’m like free range chicken in this b!tch
Word up
You are
So fine-so fine-so fine (Listen)
Yo (So fine, so fine, you’re so fine)
(So fine, blow my mind, you blow my mind)
Ayo, hey, listen
They want authenticity but then when they get it
They don’t want it (Know what I mean?)
Make up your mind
Is it real?

[Verse]
What type of n!gga make songs about being young and s*it? (For real)
Probably the type of n!gga to be fu*king on a younger b!tch
I’m the type of n!gga to brag ’bout fu*king on your girl
These the type of n!ggas who try to touch on little girls (For real)
Prolly type of n!gga to call his mama ‘stead of fight (B!tch)
Prolly type of n!ggas to— at thirty-five
Don’t matter what’s done in the dark, it always come to light (Always)
These the type of n!ggas with no morals, it got a price
When I be fu*king on these alt-n!ggas b!tches, tell me everything, I’m disgusted (Give it)
Bending it over after fu*king, we keep discussing (Go)
Acting like God’ll keep inside, they really McLovin (Go)
They got mad at me, I said, “Baby Keem had a cousin” (Come on)
They nepotism came in question, they couldn’t function (Uh)
Too many crackers got invited, fu*ked up the function
I stand up right in n!ggas face and say, “Cut the check” (So Cut)
I stand up right in crackers face and say, “Suck my d!ck” (Suck)
That’s why they hate me
It ain’t nothing else to this dance, baby
I wish it was deeper than this, put it on my kids
But these crackers never update their racism
Same s*it they doing now, they used to do back then

When I’m rolling seven deep in the SUV, I’m on ten
Ready to Die like Biggie Smalls but this SUV gonna
[spin?]
Now they say, “Peggy, you can’t rap, you’s a black friend”
They bump n!ggas who beat b!tches up, that are not men
If I can’t rap ’cause I ain’t a b!tch and I don’t beat girls
I’m the most non-rapping n!gga in the whole world (In the whole world)
I fu*ked your b!tch and you reviewed me, that’s a bias (Come on)
Scores wet ’cause I got their ex tired
No giving ten, I bet Elon gon’ AI me (Big facts)
Bigging up trash ass n!ggas, we don’t buy them (Bigger facts)
I slipped and fell up in that pu*sy like I’m Biden (Come on)
Your ex is pushing me out, this b!tch is riding (Facts)
I did not see nothing about this in your writing (For real)
I thought it added to the art, made it exciting
I guess some people can’t be real ’bout what’s inside them
I ask for feelings but some people try to hide them (Go, go, go)
I like all my b!tches same color, Michael Eric Dyson
I’m still in my prime these n!ggas Jake Paul era Tyson, real
All gas, baby, no breaks with it (No breaks)
N!ggas never snap like a papoose fitted
Keeping all black like them chronicles was written (Uh)
Mary, Kate and Ashley shot the full house with it
Bust down the Perc’, n!ggas smoking on Grimace
Rat you with the racket, I ain’t never played tennis
In the house like I’m Pillman and the trigger
It’s not a gimmick

[Outro]
I’m so into you
I’m so into you
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
Baby, you got me so confused
Got me so confused
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
I don’t know what I’m gonna do, I don’t