[Verse 1]
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Rose up from the bottom of the pump like a fleshligt
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And all you weezy bumb bitches got your chest tight
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Weak bitch you couldn't beat me with your best might
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Im burning rubbers on hoes with the condom over least
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Hold up, I'm busy killing these bitches if not that,
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Then Im giving them stitches
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I'm burning them down
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Them I'm cutting these bitches,
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If they talk shit then I'm kicking they lips in,
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If you talk shit then I'm kicking your lips in,
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They trippin' with blunts, they literally spittin'
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I'm all in your face: I've got something to spit in
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Hold up, wait
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Time for recollection
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If rap is crucified, bitch I'm the resurrection
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The best kept secret
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You is in discretion
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I'm here to fucking teach em', you the fucking lesson
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You and me a wild fire to a matchstick
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I'm a fucking problem, you don't wanna add this
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Hold up
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You don't wanna add this
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Better yet go run your suns and your bag bitch
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[Interlude]
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Every time I hear that part I'm gonna die of laughter
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Oh wait, wait, I was the first person to hear "Succubi"
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Oh whatever the fuck you called that weak ass diss to Jim Jones
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You know when you had bitches up in your hood trying find dirt on you?
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Or like the time you were the studio with Missy Eliot
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And she was scared to be in the studio with you, remember?
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[Verse 2]
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Bitch I'm from the 313
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Whip the fuckin' meat cleaver out like who want beef
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What the fuck you gonna do with this Diplo flow?
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Diss you on own your shit
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You should dip low ho
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I bet you won't leap
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You frog ass bitch
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Pussy ass Courage the Cowardly Dog ass bitch
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Hold up
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[Interlude]
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Or like when you were texting me about Kreayshawn, remember?
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"Let's steal her fans, we're not really friends with this bitch"
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And I was like "Oh ok, we're all good."
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Bitch, I got ammo on you
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Bitch, you don't want war
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But we're just gonna tell what happened when we were together
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[Verse 3]
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I was in the City,
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Chillin' with a bum bitch
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Who was on Twitter,
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Talkin' like she run shit
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You was in my text
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Looking for some pity, bitch
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"I'm at the bar alone
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On some Sex in the City shit,
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My boyfriend left me
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My heart finna' break"
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Bitch, you be fucking niggas on they oxygen tank
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Shit, I be making moves, bitch
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Plotting my fate
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Looking at you wack hoes like who's spot should I take
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Wait: Rocawear, Rainbow
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Now you're on your Wayne shit
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Rapunzel goin' be missing like her edges and her bangs is
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Really, I was hoping you would clap first
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But either way I'mma goin' give you that work
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I'm the one everybody say you can't be
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You know it too, cause I'm the only one ain't tweet
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Nappy-headed Chia pet
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Ghetto fucking Easter Bunny
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Eat up every track
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That's an OJ: munchie
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[Outro]
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I'm like genuinely laughing on this shit
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That's why she doesn't really talk much
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Cause like I just want you to have the balls to respond to me, bitch
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Don't tell me when you're going to London for a month
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Don't say "Oh, your so..."
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Wait, wait, wait, wait, I see you hung out with Paul Epworth
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Did he play you the track that I ripped?
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Did he play your style that I stole, bitch?
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Give me the beat
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Let me work that bass
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He played that for me, I didn't like it
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Bitch put an album out
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I think my album's more done than yours
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And I just started a week ago
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You out here sleeping on studio floors
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Wasting money on Digi-videos and Photoshop
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Stop it, bitch
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On The Edge (Azealia Banks Diss)
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| Angel Haze |
