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JPEGMAFIA – Puff Daddy Free MP3 Download + Lyrics

JPEGMAFIA & Kenny Beats Pay Homage To “Puff Daddy” JPEGMAFIA goes in over a glitchy Kenny Beats banger.

JPEGMAFIA - Puff Daddy Free MP3 Download

About JPEGMAFIA – Puff Daddy:

The internet’s unsung hero JPEGMAFIA has returned to the fold. Today, in the midst of concluding his European tour, JPEG has delivered “Puff Daddy,” produced by Kenny Beats.

Kenny Beats continues to establish himself as a household name, after lacing Vince Staples’ FM! from start to finish. Here, the California producer conjures up a glitchy aesthetic, aggressive 8-bit driven by piercing synthesizers and distorted percussion. It’s the perfect backdrop for a rapper like JPEG, who brings an unrestrained, dynamic methodology to his verses.

Lyrically, the Veteran rapper delivers a solid turn, picking up steam as the single progresses. “Give a fuck ’bout what you moving, I’m on your couch like Rick Rubin,” sneers JPEG, “all of these cops, n***a who shooting? Bitch we strapped like Duke Nukem.” Though it’s ultimately unclear what this one has to do with Diddy’s former moniker, the Bad Boy mogul’s presence remains entrenched by way of “Take That” ad-libs. Peep the track now.

Take a listen to The song down below:

 

 

 

 

 

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[Intro]
You think you know me?
I got nothing, I’m a straight bitch
Whoa Kenny!

[Chorus]
Uh, big whips, big guns (Woah)
No cash, no funds (Woah)
Hurry up, it’s done (It’s done)
You are all my sons (It’s done)
We don’t claim you bums
This shit for the scum

[Verse 1]
I’m a pop act, I don’t smoke sesh (Nah)
I don’t pack heat (Huh) I don’t even make no beats (Wow, damn)
I don’t even got no gun, ho, I’m like 28 (Wow)
Kimber in my bag, too much on my plate
Look I’m catpiss, cash in a mattress
Three shots a hat trick (Damn Peggy)
There’s blood on the canvas
Heard your nigga college boy
Caught him on campus
Hit that nigga eastern time
He died in central standard

[Chorus]
Why?, big whips, big guns (Woah)
No cash, no funds
Hurry up, it’s done (It’s done)
You are all my sons (My sons)
We don’t claim you bums
This shit for the scum

[Verse 2]
I got no life, I got no life (No)
Can’t switch up my code (Nah)
Morale be too low, AK, SK (Grrrah)
Gat spit like KA (Huh)
Hurry up, relay, bitch, no face, no case
Fuck ’bout what you moving
I’m on your couch like Rick Rubin
All of these cops, nigga who shooting?
Bitch we strapped like Duke Nukem
Pull up with the trey and we ain’t hooping
Shoot you in the face, boy go guard it
Fake rappers, new targets
All of your songs got no market

[Chorus]
Bitch, (Niggard)
Big whips, big guns (Woah)
No cash, no funds (Woah)
Hurry up, it’s done (It’s done)
You are all my sons (My sons)
We don’t claim you bums
This shit for the scum

[Outro]
Take that
Can’t stop, won’t stop

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