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Rap beef been boring
All these years
Till Nicki opened doors
For rap beef this year
Weak horse thought
She did something
With the 'Hiss' record
Respect if you can be direct
'Big Foot' record
BFFR, you only got that #1
Cause of the Queen
You ain't mother
You really her son
Now I know why your pussy
Really depressed
Don't be mad when
Slim shading your ass
You pressed
Uh they not like us
KDot over Drake is what's up
I'm an underground goat queer
I'ma top one day
I'ma pop, I'ma stop your ass today
I'ma bop on a bop
Not on my idol's opp's flops
No to an idle album every year
More faces than an album, lil dear
Clap clap clap, I'ma snap
On every beat, I'ma get my bag
They ain't ready for a homo that raps
They ain't ready for that
They ain't ready for a *****
That'll make you gag
They ain't ready for what?
They ain't ready for stats
They ain't ready for me
To be clapping my ass
They ain't ready for me
To be cracking my back
For carrying the game of what?
Oh rap!
You just hate the fact
The a Queen bodied
Every rap *****
That's that
So I listen
To that but you listen to wack
You embody what you listen to
*****, you on crack
You be rolling on the floor
You ain't no jackpot
You ain't no lottery ticket
You scratch off
No cardio
If you don't also run some pops
You don't write, you recite
Call Pardi to do your bops uh

Now it's time for me to prove
So I guess that means
I gotta be the one
I gotta beat this
I ain't close to being done
Even when I don't shoot a ball
I won
Like the queen
I'm sonning you *****es
One on one
You afraid to be real with me
Coz one lie, know
I'm gonna clock that tea
One said he can't blame me
Cause this is my story
To tell thee uh
1234 oh you better
Knock knock on that door
I open the door for you whores
I walk so you could run
I got a gun
You better duck them shots
If it don't apply
And if it hit you bad
Go and ask me why
And if it cut you deep
Pressure is what to apply
Beef made me wet
While it made you dry uh
Clap clap clap, I'm snatch
Them weave off your head
You better leave
If you can't handle this tea
It's killing spree
It's hunting down *****es
Bark off your fleas
It's popping
Your face rocky
You rocking
My face smooth
You ain't relating
Head over heels'
What you're feeling
Your nose bleeding
You don't understand me
You don't got the skills
To be just like me
Mad a queer *****
Can outtwerk your girlie
Mine's jiggly
It's protruding
I don't gotta work it out
It's what God gave me, *****
You ain't the shit
Took a damn hit
'fore I hit you with my dick
So I hit you with a diss
Mad when I look down
On you and piss
Sad cause you used
To look up to me and wish

文本歌词

Rap beef been boringAll these yearsTill Nicki opened doorsFor rap beef this yearWeak horse thoughtShe did somethingWith the 'Hiss' recordRespect if you can be direct'Big Foot' recordBFFR, you only got that #1Cause of the QueenYou ain't motherYou really her sonNow I know why your pussyReally depressedDon't be mad whenSlim shading your assYou pressedUh they not like usKDot over Drake is what's upI'm an underground goat queerI'ma top one dayI'ma pop, I'ma stop your ass todayI'ma bop on a bopNot on my idol's opp's flopsNo to an idle album every yearMore faces than an album, lil dearClap clap clap, I'ma snapOn every beat, I'ma get my bagThey ain't ready for a homo that rapsThey ain't ready for thatThey ain't ready for a *****That'll make you gagThey ain't ready for what?They ain't ready for statsThey ain't ready for meTo be clapping my assThey ain't ready for meTo be cracking my backFor carrying the game of what?Oh rap!You just hate the factThe a Queen bodiedEvery rap *****That's thatSo I listenTo that but you listen to wackYou embody what you listen to*****, you on crackYou be rolling on the floorYou ain't no jackpotYou ain't no lottery ticketYou scratch offNo cardioIf you don't also run some popsYou don't write, you reciteCall Pardi to do your bops uhNow it's time for me to proveSo I guess that meansI gotta be the oneI gotta beat thisI ain't close to being doneEven when I don't shoot a ballI wonLike the queenI'm sonning you *****esOne on oneYou afraid to be real with meCoz one lie, knowI'm gonna clock that teaOne said he can't blame meCause this is my storyTo tell thee uh1234 oh you betterKnock knock on that doorI open the door for you whoresI walk so you could runI got a gunYou better duck them shotsIf it don't applyAnd if it hit you badGo and ask me whyAnd if it cut you deepPressure is what to applyBeef made me wetWhile it made you dry uhClap clap clap, I'm snatchThem weave off your headYou better leaveIf you can't handle this teaIt's killing spreeIt's hunting down *****esBark off your fleasIt's poppingYour face rockyYou rockingMy face smoothYou ain't relatingHead over heels'What you're feelingYour nose bleedingYou don't understand meYou don't got the skillsTo be just like meMad a queer *****Can outtwerk your girlieMine's jigglyIt's protrudingI don't gotta work it outIt's what God gave me, *****You ain't the shitTook a damn hit'fore I hit you with my dickSo I hit you with a dissMad when I look downOn you and pissSad cause you usedTo look up to me and wish

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