Lyrics:
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
cake (cake), and I'm not fake (fake)
So you should strongly consider doin' an about-face
And if not all you gotta say is you wanna get busy
And I
was the bomb
And I need my space like I'm sitting with Tom
No strings attached like I picked a guitar
You took one L and chose a sport that was fake
endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South
Did you eat
So what's your plan for valentines day
Ah, I think more fools, yeah more fools
Haa
Deviyon aur sajjano
I'm back again
This is the version
with what I show
The end starts with the plans and room you got to grow
They don't get it cause they lame though
Really poppin' but I still aint got
understand why you can't fuck with me
Harmony spreads so ya better move on
And if ya duck ya get played like a got damn saxophone
[Master P]
I wanna take this
things
Bitch get out my face yeah
I'll dissect yo brain
If you chose to get in my way
I don't got no time for games
Aint no Tom and Jerry bitch I don't
a Jonas on the island
Jonas Brothers I'm so illy
Like the VIC, I'm so, so silly
Like I'm sittin' in the lab with Jae Millz, you gotta feel me, wait
foolish
In a German junk with a Southern junk, playin' Southern Jones
Niggas sayin' Jank Jones, junk fucks sayin' Jones
Fuck you mean, I ain't stutter, see
Tonight I wanna get fucked up
Imma fuckin take some drugs
Imma hit the bat like a bunt
Imma fuckin drink til I'm trunt
You knowin when you potion hits
I
the names
Play Etta James, too, play "I'd Rather Go Blind"
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker, play "Scratch My Back"
Play
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
in darkness
Some see a pen, I see harpoon
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get
Into a pissin' match with this rappity-brat
back-back then-then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy
I
against me
It's cool; I get up wit'chu later if meant be
Just text them old heads, tell 'em mate with they memories
"You're no good I have to cut you
brought me out
You was making songs like crazy
Now it's a musicial drought
Now I got them versions on the lowest price around
Hundred thousand dollars for
But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex
I'ma get by and I'ma get high
Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly
Everybody knows that my back is not dry
I chills with the Books, now I'm paid out the rectum
No comp, I stiggidy stomp 'em all out like Sasquatch
I'm deep, no sleep I'll make you wanna
out with kidnappers and jackers
Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin?
It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action
champ, like Tom Brady
If I won the lottery I'd help people in Haiti
If I ask a question I need an answer no maybes
I get the business done and do
par
Doesn't he know you have to be sad
If you wanna make it anywhere now a days
And I'm not tryna be no tom MacDonald gatekeeping fuck
But all of you
imma run
I cant play no games ain't no Monopoly this ain't fun
I see why you hating I'm on top because I won
Niggas stink like Davy Jones locker in
motherfuckers Don't fuck with me I'm warning you what the Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker Shut, shut up I transcend And get you through the grape vines Rappers
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