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LYRICFLUENTGerms Lyrics by JPEGMAFIA JPEGMAFIA
Below, you will find the lyrics for Germs by JPEGMAFIA.
Let me call you right back
Whoa, what
What, what, whoa, what, what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what, what, where
Off top, bitch I'm rollin'
Can't stay focused, I'm hopeless
I want white, like a token
Blunts stay rolling, I'm posted
Catch you home alone, Macaulay Culkin
Matt Hardy, my gun, you getting broken
Your bitch wet and she throatin'
My girl blonde like Goten
Yeah, I'm waitin', ayy
Fuck these niggas
It's no shade
You can't take
You know that, I'm grand prize
you know, I-
Look, bitch, I got the sauce, and it's wopped up
Stocks up, I'ma slip and shoot a cop up
They not us, I'ma make em put his guard up
Jesus, hot sauce, with the cross up
I finesse 'em with a better body
Fresh prince, no prints on a severed shotty
Kill Trump, do 'em like Floyd did Gotti
Man, look it ain't no motherfucking shade, I'm just talking
You the one that got that liberal arts degree
You know I give it, I serve it
You know that I'm grand prize
It's no shade
You can't take
You know I give it I serve it
You know that I'm grand prize
It's no shade
You can't take
You know that I'm grand prize
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