[Verse 1]
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I guess I expected this, partially detected this
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You boutta get cut up, frog bitches get dissected bitch.
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First off, I respect your diss…you did all your digging first
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And tried your hardest and still failed when that didn’t work
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See you the type of bitch to try to son a bitch who know u barren
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Type of bitch to lie about the type of shit that’s so apparent.
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Type of bitch to say she good when all her flows be incoherent
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Type of bitch to make me push her to an edge that she know is hairless
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Talking loud on twitter, claiming that you that bitch.
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Flaw as fuck in public, a world wide catfish.
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This ain’t beef nor a match bitch.
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Not a fucking finger laid, just a fucking track ripped
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And don’t confuse yourself, you not in my lane
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My whole style is really fucking out of your range, bitch.
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I could rap circles round your entire set list
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Body your life and leave that shit unaffected.
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You thought that twitter shit was just for the blogs
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Thought you wouldn’t get your whole head cut the fuck off
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Thought I’d have second thoughts about hitting you off
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And When I see you, all I wanna do is stomp on your jaw.
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You’re an Internet goon, a twitter personality.
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A bitch who’s eggplant weaves and pussy are catastrophes.
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In the industry they talking bout you, ask Trevor Jeradeau
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When he tried to sign me he said Interscope was scared for you
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“they about to catch a brick, Azealia ain’t making shit..”
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How much twitter beef does it take to wanna make you get
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Into the studio and come up with a different flow
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Stop tryna recreate 212 cause its the only hot shit you know
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Listen, you ain’t fucking with me lyrically
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I just rule your bitch ass like this motherfucking tyranny
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I guess I should’ve thought before I wrote a twenty minute roast
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And put my head into the flow, like yours in studio.
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Weak bitch, interscope be paying you to sleep
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Meanwhile I’m the one bitch they praying you could beat.
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And to be honest, well, I really wanted to like you.
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But you ugly and you lame and your flows all recycled
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And your broke ass was a broke bitch since a broke bitch was a broke bitch
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And I know some girls who knew you in like 06
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And they all say you was wild gay and wild lame and considering
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You fucked anything, bitch you fucking anything,
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I don’t have time for bitches who be fucking anything
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And they said you was never liked, and tryna buy love
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And to my surprise, well…. that didn’t surprise us
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Remember at the spotted pig? You was tryna stunt and floss
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And I was like, this bitch tryna pay me to get broken off
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Tell me why you really mad, sent a text the next day
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What kinda pussy shit is that?
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Bitches wish they could beat me, look at me, I just drop a ho
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And if I’m feeling froggy, I jump em like they Geronimo
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Bitch I’m on my level you looking like you just dropped a flow
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My flow so consistent you in and out like a stop and go
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Tell her she ain’t fucking with me, bitch you ain’t fucking with me
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I got that fire flow, my tonsils probably fucking crispy
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You weak and you done and were previously sonned
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By a bitch that’s too young and who got what you want
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And normally, I’m anti suicide
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But you can’t beat me, it’s your choice.
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Do or die.
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You weak Bitch
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Shut The Fuck Up
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| Angel Haze |
