Heavy hitter s*cker, yeah
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Look!
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F*ck Meek Mill's, dream chasers MMG and whoever else affiliated with that bitch ass nigga
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Yeah, I'm about to body y'all
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Yeah, I'm about to body y'all
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Catch your body with balls, watch the body for,
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Then drop the body y'all
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I'm about to body y'all,
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Yeah, I'm about to body y'all,
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Yeah, I'm about to body y'all
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Catch your body with balls, watch the body for,
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Then drop the body y'all
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Form about the body y'all
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My tongue like a gun, it's time to let the slugs spray
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I've been made ray but I ain't runnin out the bug spray
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I've been made ray, but I ain't runnin' out the bugs spray,
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He been a faget, that nigga always way gay
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See he a man bitch, twerking on a main dick,
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Y'all, he grab bars, damn meet, but you ain't catch it,
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I infected, I'm too damn sick,
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They gonna have this, bumping like a damn zit,
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'cause this I'm tryin' to make a pudu fight the damn pit
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This the dog, but they ain't p**sy make a dog bite,
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I'm like high .. you a fog light,
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You can't shine 'cause your rhyme is just alright,
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I'm a .. nigga soft niggas live a hard life,
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And I will never have a off night,
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I'm always on my JO, this the second round keyo,
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I heard your diss, but that shit weak,
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And then you switch pis, that's the same shit I did on range
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This nigga soft like Plato, I spit fuego,
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My dudes is moving if I say so,
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They stay with toasters like the Ago
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Them dude sick they a tick a ..sticking your ay ho
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Ay yo, I've been hat killers on the pay roll,
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You were still playing with the lego
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I never walk fake air force once,
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I'm in the studio in Gucci's with air force guns
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You ain't nothing like us, I'm the nicest,
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I was jumping the sifest, when you was in dipers,
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So don't disrespect the grown man,
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'cause I cut your arm off and then smack you with your own hand,
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Man you said I should've died in that car crash
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Well I'ma soak you in car gas enlight the match
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You should stop writing raps 'cause your bar crash
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How you frog that slicking like cigar rash
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That, I'll burn to f*ck up, you should've been learned that I was turned to f*ck up
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You said I wear purple dickies with the due rack in the vibe XT
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But you rest like a true fat
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Type that shirt, squeezing your man breasts
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Tight those pants, looking like spandex
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You better stop or you'll get popped like the ZMX
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I'm still feeling myself, no hand sex,
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Yeah I wasn't there when the cops came,
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But how you know, you wasn't there when them shots bang,
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Them cats ready don't need no one when the cops came,
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I'm a f*cking G I'll show you my discovery,
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For real, I ain't take a deal on my man
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I took it the trial when they scrill on my name,
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You cold real going down and feel for you man,
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I've been hat skills, man chill you a fan,
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I'm still ill man, and you still a f*ck horny
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I think this nigga Meek Mills got a crush on me
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I'm going me I ain't worried 'bout your monky ass
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It look like this nigga wearing a monkey ass
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You trash, don't get gas, with your funky ass,
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You last like a year but you took a rear thou
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You table, why the f*ck without be scared to you
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What the hell you're telling cass with your knelling ass,
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My record five thousand zero, I ain't never loss, I'm a boss she's a rear though
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You try to act like you were street nigga, but you weak nigga
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You ain't might knocks and blacks the narrow,
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It's a lot of filly niggas that be extra ill,
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But you just a silly nigga with the record deal
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And you an ugly nigga tryin have sex appeal
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You arrive and yeah, and get the f*ck out of here
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I'ma put you on the Andre,
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it's f*cked up what you did that nigga lil and Kanye
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they was the same cats that came up with you,
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but you ain't break bread so they don't f*ck with you,
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you'll be rhyming all the time, like you bust pistols,
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but nigga you ain't got the heart to do it,
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stop talking stupid, I'll ride out, you need start to flew it,
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I'm tryin to keep the game alive, but it's hard to do it,
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Cause all these .. make garbage music,
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That's why I only listen to myself and my artist music,
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We got the hardest music, you're so soft in your pillow bag,
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I go hard like a pillow pack,
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Your mom said I'm your dad, I should be feelin bad, 'cause I'm missed the whole childhood
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And that's really sad
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She really mad that I don't deal with your silly ass,
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I did pop your mom but you was not mine,
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No, I'm about to call Mory on the hotline
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And get the DNA, no he will say
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You are not the father, damn right!
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This chick you'll be screwing can ruin your damn life,
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I got a whole lot of sons, but the only by a logical one
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This the one's with me damn wife,
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Life is a gamble so you better roll the damn dice,
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Right type away, all you got a price to pay
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Ey, I stay worried, you already know,
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Higher than the hilly I'm balloon when you let it go,
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I drink the whole couple liquor twist the whole dutch
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That grey haze, I call it the fruit roll up,
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You know what? I'm too damn good,
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So I'ma blow up like Michael wave the can good
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Your man good I spray mine, since the kid I was like tray vine
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Walking in the damn hood, now I spit new bars over .. I float heat
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I got a hot head, not cold feet,
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I roll feet get higher than the bloody know seat
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You're so sweet from Monday to Sunday you're so weak,
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I'm so street you know you don't want no beat,
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'cause when I put the caps in the grill with ain't goal teeth,
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I throw bullets like you'll be gold ..
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'cause when I blast around .. to be your last damn.
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Be the last sound that you ever hear
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Your blood be .. everywhere
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You're dead, you're here to look like you was never there
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Yeah, all that tough talking to get you a shot cuffin,
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Yeah me and your man slug f*ck often
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I pick her up and get my dick so f*ck talking
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And I style wind jews, I don't wanna shine
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;cause even in the summer time it'd be the f*ck ..
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Still ballin 40 prints to the sis, I been the shit
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You ain't ball that, you ain't in this,
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Sick to bench, you can't ball on the ..
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And the career for free to be .. I'm not a feminist
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I get more to .. but this dick come with benefits,
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You .. nobody think you a thug, 'cause you the main plenty scenes in the skinny jeans
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I'll make you skinny deep in a pool of plot
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When it's ruga slug, blow your ass slip marines,
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And you said you f*ck my girl that's bullshit,
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But me and my wife had the minaj with your bitch
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The bull hit, and then I came on a whole lips
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And then I .,..and you were kissing the whole lips,
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Let's get free, I had my dick in that bitch face
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So you should let them know how my dick taste
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The corny bars you didn' settle ready,
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You already know I heard it on the radio and February
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You had the way 8 months to respond back
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Nigga you ain't ready for time back, your rhyme swag
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Yeah, I'm probably on the milly and Kanye
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But I'ma make Rick Ross, rip up your ..
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I'm too real, you ain't never had a true skill
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I ain't broke gill, man I'm still work for few mill
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You remind me a sis go from true hill,
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F*ck how you feel, you got little snoop hill
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And you only ride out on two wheels,
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You a motorcycle nigga, I don't like you nigga
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I spit crack, I put that on the Bible nigga
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I pack guns to Jack son like Michael nigga,
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And all your balls is recycle nigga
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I got a bunch of rhymes, you stay the same shit upon your times
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And I know Rick Ross, it's the real Rick Ross,
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Shit your bar stole his name and got him pissed off,
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'cause he was really in the street knocking bricks off
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Kilo after kilo when yours was a ..
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The last we ran it to each other, you was like
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'Cassidy let's do the song, you know the hot slug, yeah
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I'm on my city like .., do you really wanna take it there?
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'cause you show me,
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the next time I'ma .. the one of your beats
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the streets gonna be like Cassidy .. wanna ball me,
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yeah I keep rapping till the track stop, I spit crack rock, me don't act shop
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I'm a legend, you know what I did already
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Everybody know our body jewel, when your crib already
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Our body you on every song that we ever made
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Then our body jew again when I put together green
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This fight right here is the easy wind,
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Everybody ball the .. mick again
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I know I'm getting underneath his skin
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He pry in his fan I'm having the ..
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I'ma always had the f*cking .. I'ma body use so you could go right for your f*cking self
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I don't wanna hear nothing else, you just go cut your dig off and go f*ck yourself.
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Catch A Body (Meek Mill Diss)
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