How To Build A Relationship Ft Jpegmafia - Flume

How To Build A Relationship Ft Jpegmafia - Flume Lyrics

[Intro]
Jungle juice music
Uh, new whips, new whips, uh
New whip with the top, woah
Hold up, not even

[Verse 1]
New whip with the top dropped (Uh)
Suplex a nigga like ascension, the cop dropped (Uh)
I ain't got no million dollar deals, I still make hits
These niggas got million dollar deals and just take shit
I'm not with it, scope wide, I got good vision
I'm seein' through these fake niggas like Bran, you niggas too timid
A little loose-lippin', I'm in the booth sippin'
Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinnin'
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? I'm into givin' coffins out
I caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out

[Chorus]
I'm not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you (Nah)
There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid (No)
Fresh smile, gold tooth
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
Not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you
There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid
Fresh smile, gold tooth, huh
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
[Verse 2]
I could never show you niggas all this dirt I'm doin'
Sticks to your face like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
First nigga put you on the ropes, had you lookin' like a ghost
'Cause you in my heart but you not movin', nigga
Look, fuck is you, uh
Fuck is you vloggin' 'bout? These niggas actin' stalker now
I follow you, you follow me, we ridin' in circles now
Look, it's a crime mob family, guns at the Gawker house
These arms extended, I'm not givin' daps out
Pounds, pounds, pounds
Empty out the safe, put the money on the ground
Bitch, I love it
Heartthrob Peggy, I'm above it
I ain't got no fuckin' tickets, I ain't got no fuckin' money
I ain't got no fuckin' digits
Can't call me at no office, can't call me at no crib
You can call me but Peggy-taker 'cause I can't let these niggas-
Aw, fuck!

[Outro]
Yeah, nigga (Uh)
You know how the fuck we comin' with it (Uh)
You are now tuned into the motherfuckin' infamous
JPEG-motherfuckin'-MAFIA
A.K.A. Buttermilk Jesus
A.K.A. DJ Half-Court Violation
A.K.A. Lil World Cup
And my nigga Flume, we in the streets, nigga, ahh
Uh (Catch me in a cold mood)
Don't, don't, don't call me unless I gave you my number
(Hahahahaha)
That's, that's, that's how relationships built
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