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Oh, you think you’re bad, but you’re just a damn joke, Running your mouth, now your rep’s going broke. Acting all tough, but you’re soft as hell, I’ll expose all your lies, ring the f***ing bell. You’re fake as st, your vibe’s straight trash, Coming at me? Girl, you’re way outta your class. Thought you’d tear me down? Nah, bh, I’m a beast, You’re a sad little snack; I’m the whole f**ing feast. F*** your shade, f*** your lies, I see through, All that bull***t you say? That’s on you. I’m untouchable, you can’t dim my flame, Keep running your mouth; I’ll bury your name. You’re loud as fk, but your words don’t hit, Throwing weak-ass shots like a broke-ass bh. Keep talking s*t, you’re just fueling my rise, While you’re stuck in the gutter, I’m touching the skies. Every fake-ass flex just makes you look small, You’re the type to trip over your own damn crawl. I could waste time putting you in your place, But karma’s already got your f***ing case. F*** your shade, f*** your lies, I see through, All that bull***t you say? That’s on you. I’m untouchable, you can’t dim my flame, Keep running your mouth; I’ll bury your name. Step back, bh, you ain’t built for this, You’re a knock-off copy, I’m the real fing hit. Keep throwing your tantrums, I’m stacking my wins, While you drown in your mess, I’m playing to the end. So here’s the mic, girl, now take this L, Your whole f*ing vibe screams “cry for help.” I’m done wasting bars on your sorry a, Next time you step up, know you’ll never last.
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Oh, you think you’re bad, but you’re just a damn joke, Running your mouth, now your rep’s going broke. Acting all tough, but you’re soft as hell, I’ll expose all your lies, ring the f***ing bell. You’re fake as st, your vibe’s straight trash, Coming at me? Girl, you’re way outta your class. Thought you’d tear me down? Nah, bh, I’m a beast, You’re a sad little snack; I’m the whole f**ing feast. F*** your shade, f*** your lies, I see through, All that bull***t you say? That’s on you. I’m untouchable, you can’t dim my flame, Keep running your mouth; I’ll bury your name. You’re loud as fk, but your words don’t hit, Throwing weak-ass shots like a broke-ass bh. Keep talking s*t, you’re just fueling my rise, While you’re stuck in the gutter, I’m touching the skies. Every fake-ass flex just makes you look small, You’re the type to trip over your own damn crawl. I could waste time putting you in your place, But karma’s already got your f***ing case. F*** your shade, f*** your lies, I see through, All that bull***t you say? That’s on you. I’m untouchable, you can’t dim my flame, Keep running your mouth; I’ll bury your name. Step back, bh, you ain’t built for this, You’re a knock-off copy, I’m the real fing hit. Keep throwing your tantrums, I’m stacking my wins, While you drown in your mess, I’m playing to the end. So here’s the mic, girl, now take this L, Your whole f*ing vibe screams “cry for help.” I’m done wasting bars on your sorry a, Next time you step up, know you’ll never last.
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