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b caesar - i wanna beef lyrics

[intro: b caesar]
ye
yea
i don’t even wanna f+ckin
you know what f+ck this dude, beef ain’t over
you know what i just wanna beef cuz’ i wanna be a d+ck, and you know he’s nodding his head at me but that ain’t even the reason he thinks i’m cool with him, man f+ck you b+tch
yea if you want some credit maybe diss me back dumbass

[verse 1: b caesar]
i’m up on the block, i don’t got a glock, run up on em and cook em in a wok, out line him in chalk, you wanna talk, but you looking chopped, get yo ass popped, he got his sh+t rocked, i need the addy so i hit unblock, my homies play like they from o’block, chavas been hitting them l!cks, y’all finna die, he’s gonna pick, kingston be straight, but he’ll shoot at your d+ck, we the big three, don’t f+ck wit me, he scarеd, he nodding for free, yea you ain’t a blood, smell likе sh+t do you shower in mud? compared to you, i miss the suds, what you robbin’? a pack of milk duds? yea, a pack of milk duds?

[chorus: yenwrld]
ay, you a fat ass b+tch, and you a lame ass snitch, huh f+ck you n+gga

[verse 2:]
f+ck the school and f+ck this peace, sh+t ain’t over and i wanna beef, f+ck yo homies you ain’t chief keef, f+ck the seniors that help yo ass, f+ck naz turnt he’s flexin’ fake cash, f+ck jay he 6 feet down in the earth, you better not lack if you come to my turf, you don’t got a gun you uppin’ a nerf, shoot my ass please end this pain, at the end of the day you make me feel sane, it’s funny because you’re just f+cking lame, you single as f+ck you ain’t got no game, talk ’bout me, talk to my face, talk to my face and i might catch a case, so tie your shoes pick up the lace, you breaking your legs you need a brace

[chorus: yenwrld]
ay, you a fat ass b+tch, and you a lame ass snitch, huh f+ck you n+gga

[verse 3:]
talking about mario battle, you’re a cow but don’t f+ck with no cattle, this gon’ be rough, so get you a saddle, quit ridin’ my d+ck, go puff a nic, get you a bl!ck, cause you ain’t the sh+t, i’ve spit this heat now i’ll take a seat, but if you can’t diss back then it’s proof your beat, now young king hop on cause my homies the feat

[chorus: yenwrld]
ay, you a fat ass b+tch, and you a lame ass snitch, huh f+ck you n+gga
ay, you a fat ass b+tch, and you a lame ass snitch, huh f+ck you n+gga
[outro: mario battle]
send him a message
we finna put you in the grave b+tch!

- b caesar lyrics

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