"Bridges On Fire" lyrics
(feat. Buzzy Lee)
Everything about JPEG's I like
[JPEGMAFIA:]
Uh, one, two, to me
Okay, how in the fuck is you niggas still yapping about me? You know that I come in the clutch (Fuck)
Labels can't do what I do with the money, you know that you niggas be stuck in a rut (Fuck)
Baby girl, that ain't ya money, you know that you can't pay for that space with the rappers you fuck (Yeah)
She taking dick like she listen to Taylor Swift, ice on my neck when I'm chiefing the blunt (Fuck)
Bitches be lying for nothing, they try to sit next to money and get 'em a cut
You getting fucked, but you ain't getting paid, I swear these bitches be fucking for hugs (Yes)
Fucking for drugs, fucking on niggas who don't even remember who the fuck that they was
I'm fucking your friends, I'm breaking a bond, and I'm breaking her back while I'm breaking her trust (Fuck)
Only the M's, I got your bitch singing like Tems, you know that I wrap it like Hush
I'm Vic in the clutch, you know that they try to defend, but I'm getting it no matter what
I'd rather go to eye to eye with a nigga, ride for me if you really wanna die for a nigga
If you really wanna earn it, then don't lie to a nigga
Man, a bitch will really have you going live for a nigga
No sleep, everyday, waking up like I been rubbing that white in my teeth
When I'm fucking them regular bitches and giving it to her, I'm turning that bitch to a freak
Niggas be thinking that shit still sweet
I'm painting your bitch face like Gleesh
Can't stop walking 'round with this heat
Y'all be bumping that mid and cheap (Fuck)
Fuck y'all niggas, them tracks be weak, I could loop you in my sleep
You niggas sheep, I can't be seen with hoes, that's weak, uh-uh, uh
[Buzzy Lee:]
All of my friends, bridges on fire
Shawty, I'm tryna make it through the night
Wasn't my friend, but it wasn't my fault
It wasn't my man, my answer's wrong
All of my days, all of my nights
Shawty, these heavy days, I won't survive
[JPEGMAFIA:]
(Yeah) Uh, one, two
Yeah, shawty gon' ride, shawty gon' die, shawty gon' fucking bring it
Tryna get high, tryna get bent, I'm tryna fucking feel it
Every time I come through B-more, I still get the fidgets
Clutching on the Desi, these one-ways can get suspicious
I can't fuck these bitches, they malicious and meticulous
And these niggas be acting like bitches, they get so fictitious
You ain't gotta lie, Craig, I don't wanna kick it
Been doing stunts since double digits, no impossible missions
Baby girl, if you wanna back me up then hold this heat
Hold her head 'cause you can't hold that ho down over me
Choppers overgrown (Yeah), the razor's tucked up in my cheek
You a mobile home, you rap but should be rolling weed
She on the phone so much, I know she choosing over me
It's a lie, but I can't lie, it's what's known to me
It's what's known to me (Yeah), I can't get control to me
Envelope is thirty, better luck with that than folding me
My baby mama brother brought me out my first key
She said, "You one of a kind," no rehearsing
Keep your mouth shut 'cause you can't pay for hearse fees
And if that Cybertruck get dented, no reimbursing
Your daddy in the floor, we gon' smoke him
You was screaming for your dogs when they broke in
(Yeah)
There was a [?]
I was always wanna say thanks
[JPEGMAFIA:]
Uh, one, two, to me
Okay, how in the fuck is you niggas still yapping about me? You know that I come in the clutch (Fuck)
Labels can't do what I do with the money, you know that you niggas be stuck in a rut (Fuck)
Baby girl, that ain't ya money, you know that you can't pay for that space with the rappers you fuck (Yeah)
She taking dick like she listen to Taylor Swift, ice on my neck when I'm chiefing the blunt (Fuck)
Bitches be lying for nothing, they try to sit next to money and get 'em a cut
You getting fucked, but you ain't getting paid, I swear these bitches be fucking for hugs (Yes)
Fucking for drugs, fucking on niggas who don't even remember who the fuck that they was
I'm fucking your friends, I'm breaking a bond, and I'm breaking her back while I'm breaking her trust (Fuck)
Only the M's, I got your bitch singing like Tems, you know that I wrap it like Hush
I'm Vic in the clutch, you know that they try to defend, but I'm getting it no matter what
I'd rather go to eye to eye with a nigga, ride for me if you really wanna die for a nigga
If you really wanna earn it, then don't lie to a nigga
Man, a bitch will really have you going live for a nigga
No sleep, everyday, waking up like I been rubbing that white in my teeth
When I'm fucking them regular bitches and giving it to her, I'm turning that bitch to a freak
Niggas be thinking that shit still sweet
I'm painting your bitch face like Gleesh
Can't stop walking 'round with this heat
Y'all be bumping that mid and cheap (Fuck)
Fuck y'all niggas, them tracks be weak, I could loop you in my sleep
You niggas sheep, I can't be seen with hoes, that's weak, uh-uh, uh
[Buzzy Lee:]
All of my friends, bridges on fire
Shawty, I'm tryna make it through the night
Wasn't my friend, but it wasn't my fault
It wasn't my man, my answer's wrong
All of my days, all of my nights
Shawty, these heavy days, I won't survive
[JPEGMAFIA:]
(Yeah) Uh, one, two
Yeah, shawty gon' ride, shawty gon' die, shawty gon' fucking bring it
Tryna get high, tryna get bent, I'm tryna fucking feel it
Every time I come through B-more, I still get the fidgets
Clutching on the Desi, these one-ways can get suspicious
I can't fuck these bitches, they malicious and meticulous
And these niggas be acting like bitches, they get so fictitious
You ain't gotta lie, Craig, I don't wanna kick it
Been doing stunts since double digits, no impossible missions
Baby girl, if you wanna back me up then hold this heat
Hold her head 'cause you can't hold that ho down over me
Choppers overgrown (Yeah), the razor's tucked up in my cheek
You a mobile home, you rap but should be rolling weed
She on the phone so much, I know she choosing over me
It's a lie, but I can't lie, it's what's known to me
It's what's known to me (Yeah), I can't get control to me
Envelope is thirty, better luck with that than folding me
My baby mama brother brought me out my first key
She said, "You one of a kind," no rehearsing
Keep your mouth shut 'cause you can't pay for hearse fees
And if that Cybertruck get dented, no reimbursing
Your daddy in the floor, we gon' smoke him
You was screaming for your dogs when they broke in
(Yeah)
There was a [?]
I was always wanna say thanks
