How To Build A Relationship

Lyrics

Jungle juice music
 Uh, new whips, new whips, uh
 New whip with the top, woah
 Hold up, not even
 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 sipping
 Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinning
 Fuck is you talking about? I'm into giving coffins out
 I caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out
 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
 I could never show you niggas all this dirt I'm doing
 Sticks to your face like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
 First nigga put you on the ropes, had you looking like a ghost
 'Cause you in my heart but you not moving, nigga
 ♪
 Look, fuck is you, uh
 Fuck is you vlogging 'bout?
 These niggas actin' stalker now
 I follow you, you follow me, we riding in circles now
 Look, it's a crime mob family
 Guns at the Gawker house
 These arms extended
 I'm not giving 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!
 Yeah, nigga (Uh)
 You know how the fuck we coming 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
 (Hahahahaha)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:04
Key
6
Tempo
103 BPM

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