Valentine’s Day Freestyle ’25 lyrics

[Intro]
It's 2025, n*gga, you got— you got free range
You got free range to say whatever the f*ck you want
I'm like free range chicken in this b*tch
Word up
You are
So fine-so fine-so fine (Listen)
So fine, you're so fine (Yeah)
So fine, you blow my mind
Ayo, hey, listen (With the things you do to me)
They want authenticity but then when they get it (She sees she's not blind)
They don't want it (Not blind to the; she's not blind)
Know what I mean? Make up your mind (With the thi—)
(So fine-so fine-so fine-so fine) Is it real?

[Verse: JPEGMAFIA]
What type of n*gga makе songs about being young and sh*t? (For real)
Probably the typе of n*gga to be f*ckin' on a younger b*tch
I'm the type of n*gga to brag 'bout f*cking on your girl
These the type of n*ggas who try to touch on little girls
Prolly type of n*gga to call his mama 'stead of fight
Prolly type of n*ggas to— at thirty-five
Don't matter what's done in the dark, it always come to light (Always)
These the type of n*ggas with no morals, it got a price
When I be f*ckin' on these alt-n*ggas b*tches, tell me everything, I'm disgusted (Give it)
Bending it over after f*ckin', we keep discussing (Go)
Actin' like Gandhi deep inside, they really McLovin (Go)
They got mad at me, I said, "Baby Keem had a cousin" (Come on)
They nepotism came in question, they couldn't function (Uh)
Too many crackers got invited, f*cked up the function
I stand up right in n*ggas face and say, "Cut the check" (So Cut)
I stand up right in crackers face and say, "Suck my di*k" (Suck)
That's why they hate me
It ain't nothing else to this dance, baby
I wish it was deeper than this, put it on my kids
But these crackers never update their racism
Same sh*t they doin' now, they used to do back then
When I'm rolling seven deep in the SUV, I'm on ten
Ready to Die like Biggie Smalls but this SUV gonna spin
Now they say, "Peggy, you can't rap, you's a black friend"
They bump n*ggas who beat b*tches up, that are not men
If I can't rap 'cause I ain't a b*tch and I don't beat girls
I'm the most non-rappin' n*gga in the whole world (In the whole world)
I f*cked your b*tch and you reviewed me, that's a bias (Come on)
Scores wet 'cause I got their ex tired
No giving ten, I bet Elon gon' AI them
Biggin' up trash ass n*ggas, we don't buy them
I slipped and fell up in that pus*y like I'm Biden
Your ex is pushing me out, this b*tch is riding (Facts)
I did not see nothing about this in your writing (For real)
I thought it added to the art, made it exciting
I guess some people can't be real 'bout what's inside them
I ask for feelings but some people try to hide them (Go, go, go)
I like all my b*tches same color, Michael Eric Dyson
I'm still in my prime these n*ggas Jake Paul era Tyson, real
[Bridge: JPEGMAFIA]
All gas, baby, no breaks with it (No breaks)
n*ggas never snap like a papoose fitted (Blaow)
Keepin' all black like I'm Chronicles of Riddi*k (Uh)
Mary-Kate and Ashley shot the full house with it
Bust down the Perc', n*ggas smokin' on Grimace
Rat you with the racket, I ain't never played tennis (Pow, pow, pow)
In the house like I'm Pillman and the trigger
It's not a gimmick

[Outro: JPEGMAFIA & SWV]
I'm so into you
I'm so into you
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I don't know what I'm gonna do
You got me so confused
Girl, got me so confused
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I don't know what I'm gonna do, I don't
(She sees she's not blind) Blind
(Not blind to the) She's not blind
(Things you do, things you do for me)
Things you do for me
(She sees she's not blind) Blind
(Not blind to the) She's not blind
(Things you do, things you do for me)
Things you do for me
But I know
So fine-so fine-so fine-so fine