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KELTEC! Video (MV)




Performed By: JPEGMAFIA
Length: 3:04
Written by: Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks




JPEGMAFIA - KELTEC! Lyrics
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(H-E-A-L-T-H, dot, E-A, dot, G-O-V)

Send a person baby, send a
Send her over, baby, ready
Send her over, come and find me my boo (same old, same old)
Babe
Oh, I'ma find, see you 'round (uh)

I don't need industry praise
Vision distortin' you niggas survivin' off co-signs
All my credit keep lockin' the stage
Niggas mad 'cause I'm black and I'm hostile
Crackers salty, I'm pretty and paid
Bottom bitch wanna jump on the dog pile
Every night I be fannin' the flames
Mentally not a fan of your games
They won't produce on my aisle
'Cause they know that the market is made
Niggas'll shark your whole style
Hope you're ready to drown for the team
Shaq fool, you can't stop this reign
I can't believe that my talent brought fame
You can't believe I created a lane
I don't respond to bitch niggas by name, that's trash (facts)
Scary-ass backpack rappin' niggas never was meant to outlast me
Me and my Kimber like Anna and Lashley, uh
Keep it draped in attachments, uh
Nine on me, I'm sassy
Tatyana when I'm at the crib
The Smith, I mean, call it Ashley
Mary Kate, is my Glock in the backseat?
Hey, don't wait, watch me peak and attack 'em
All of this talk, my niggas all action
How did I catch you lackin'?
"We ain't got no money," I'm laughin'
I'm talking' minimum wage
Rappers can't do what I do 'cause I own all my shit
And I do all my shit and most y'all can't relate
When Peggy hop in the booth, he get paid
You hit the booth but you know you a slave
Know what you signed, know you don't say
You know you a dub, but easin' the pain
All of my haters are tame
Naysayers, bench players, even all of the coaches between
Peggy LeVar, goin' back to my roots
Jobless, now I feel like the fiend
Mask off in the future foreseen
Mask on, I don't wanna be seen
.Png, get your quality up
Jpeg, I compress all my schemes, ah
I put your dome in a beam, ah
Kimber tucked in-between
I ain't been shootin' straight since a teen
Hop on the fence and I lean
How is this pussy still runnin' the scene?
What does this actually mean?
Baby control your demeanor
Niggas don't have to believe (yeah)
Then, when it happens, they, uh
Then, when it happens, they tweet, ha

It's nasty (what's up?)
(What's up, baby? What's up?)
(What's up, baby? What's up?)

Say somethin' (yeah)

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(H-E-A-L-T-H, dot, E-A, dot, G-O-V)

Send a person baby, send a
Send her over, baby, ready
Send her over, come and find me my boo (same old, same old)
Babe
Oh, I'ma find, see you 'round (uh)

I don't need industry praise
Vision distortin' you niggas survivin' off co-signs
All my credit keep lockin' the stage
Niggas mad 'cause I'm black and I'm hostile
Crackers salty, I'm pretty and paid
Bottom bitch wanna jump on the dog pile
Every night I be fannin' the flames
Mentally not a fan of your games
They won't produce on my aisle
'Cause they know that the market is made
Niggas'll shark your whole style
Hope you're ready to drown for the team
Shaq fool, you can't stop this reign
I can't believe that my talent brought fame
You can't believe I created a lane
I don't respond to bitch niggas by name, that's trash (facts)
Scary-ass backpack rappin' niggas never was meant to outlast me
Me and my Kimber like Anna and Lashley, uh
Keep it draped in attachments, uh
Nine on me, I'm sassy
Tatyana when I'm at the crib
The Smith, I mean, call it Ashley
Mary Kate, is my Glock in the backseat?
Hey, don't wait, watch me peak and attack 'em
All of this talk, my niggas all action
How did I catch you lackin'?
"We ain't got no money," I'm laughin'
I'm talking' minimum wage
Rappers can't do what I do 'cause I own all my shit
And I do all my shit and most y'all can't relate
When Peggy hop in the booth, he get paid
You hit the booth but you know you a slave
Know what you signed, know you don't say
You know you a dub, but easin' the pain
All of my haters are tame
Naysayers, bench players, even all of the coaches between
Peggy LeVar, goin' back to my roots
Jobless, now I feel like the fiend
Mask off in the future foreseen
Mask on, I don't wanna be seen
.Png, get your quality up
Jpeg, I compress all my schemes, ah
I put your dome in a beam, ah
Kimber tucked in-between
I ain't been shootin' straight since a teen
Hop on the fence and I lean
How is this pussy still runnin' the scene?
What does this actually mean?
Baby control your demeanor
Niggas don't have to believe (yeah)
Then, when it happens, they, uh
Then, when it happens, they tweet, ha

It's nasty (what's up?)
(What's up, baby? What's up?)
(What's up, baby? What's up?)

Say somethin' (yeah)

(All representatives are assisting other veterans)
(Your call will be answered in the order it was received)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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