Diss

Lyrics

Somebody gave me a fuckin' doll for Christmas G
 And they named this shit Kash Doll
 I don't play with dolls
 I wanna rip this bitch head off right now, let's go
 Ayo, Big-Bird how you feeling?
 What happen to the climbing poles to the ceiling?
 Now you wanna sneak diss while admiring?
 You should take a look at your environment
 'Cause all my niggas convicts, wake up wanting conflict
 So you know they clappin' any fucking ratchet that I tell 'em
 Bitch, this a bomb flick
 Looking at that lipo, I think something need to be fixed
 And you can mention me one more time
 When you made more than one hit
 'Cause this the Windy City, ain't shit pretty
 You gon' have to toughen up (toughen up)
 Drop a line of hoes going straight down your chest like a button-up
 Chiraq my city, you cannot handle bro
 Jump out on business like I'm a manual
 Walk through any block I'm a lost animal
 Split her down the middle like a camel toe
 After I pull up she gonna need a doctor
 I'm at her door like go home Roger
 Just to show out like niggas in new J's
 Trick girl and scout I'm tighter than new braids see Kash Doll
 I mean Trash Doll
 Bitch, you don't even know me (don't)
 No face, no case
 So I can't even use emojis
 It's too late
 Fuck a debate
 Crack her head with her own mixtape
 Dare you to get out of pocket
 Bitch, eyes are be out of socket
 How the fuck do you got options?
 When you be on the pole for the profit?
 Reminding, I'm glad yo outfits be shiny
 Bitch, I got that poison Ivy
 If Trash Doll on the mic I'll take her light
 Like Steph with Riley
 (She prolly ain't even catch that)
 (You know bitches don't use they brain no more)
 (They give it though)
 Do a 360, with a clean hit
 Let a bullet hit her and sting shit
 Warm up yo ass on some spring shit
 When the law come I do not speak English
 You don't know what you started, but ch-ch you was target
 I'll pledge allegiance but I'm heartless
 Plant another body in my garden
 Miss slurp that dick 'till it cum
 Will make your name smaller than a crumb
 I'll chew you up and then spit you out
 Like you shit but a piece of gum
 Started from the bottom stripping you way up
 Thought she was Ronald McDonald
 With all of that makeup (damn)
 Gotta come deeper, bye Felicia, I mean Keisha
 You a stripper hoe, get it on the floor
 Probably never owned a fucking Visa, uh!
 You fake booty bitch
 Fake titty bitch
 Who can't fucking rap, I could teach you some shit
 All you had to do was ask, bruh
 All you had to do was ask
 I got the answers bitch!
 Come on man looking like Dave Chapelle
 Come on man
 Come on man
 Get the fuck outta here man
 I'm done with this bitch!
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:45
Key
2
Tempo
140 BPM

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