crazzilee - 8-ball lyrics
[chorus: crazzilee]
so, let’s talk about the man himself, jake paul
he thinks he’s gonna grow, well he gonna fall
he a big man now, till he hit a wall
ask rice, this yo last hit like an 8-ball
[verse 1: crazzilee]
attention please! is what they said in the mall
we have an idiot playing his dumb-ss song!
we have a liar, he has endless flaws
hold up, hold up, lemme name em all!
yo fat, yo ugly, yo really ain’t funny
i thought yo big bro told you u don’t got a lot a money
yo cheap and fake like an easter bunny
imma part of the logang so don’t mess with me
yo -ssistant a liar, i’m spitting dat fire
you had a decent lie but it got cut like a wire
like your disney job, it flew away like a flyer
yo sh-tty vlogs used to make me inspired
you act like you work behind the camera
you really don’t do nothing, just some hired poor editor
i feel sorry for that dude, he can’t be making much money
a bit like your vines when they stopped being funny
[chorus: crazzilee]
so, let’s talk about the man himself, jake paul
he thinks he’s gonna grow, well he gonna fall
he a big man now, till he hit a wall
ask rice, this yo last hit like an 8-ball
[verse 2: crazzilee]
why you so thirsty for all the views
i could this stupid trash while i’m taking a snooze
apparently, no alcohol but you just say it to amuse
you make more noise than a farm, moo!
you wife is faker than kardashians -ss
everyone’s catching up, you’ve been surp-ssed
you the future? well you’re about to become the past
your wife and you are both dumb, no contrast
you can’t act, you can’t rap, you can’t dance
your vlogs are lies is this one really your last?
and all your vines… don’t ask…
it’s time you take a little lesson, perhaps
you made a book that no-one ever read
even if someone read that sh-t, they would have to be brain-dead
warning dude, hazard ahead
your manipulation strats don’t work, your dead
it’s over jake, your youtube’s biggest reject
you know it, don’t fake. you know i’m correct
you’re not only our biggest reject but also our biggest d-ckhead
sorry, not sorry, now marcus, put little jakey to bed
[verse 3: darmanin fc]
you brother is right, he brought to la
you a b-tch man team 10 are your godd-mn slaves
you a liar, but that ain’t what you claim
and you were even a bully back in 5th grade
abusing women and then quote, “playing it safe”
that ain’t right, you be lying, lose your channel? that’s a shame
you say you own team 10, but that’s another false claim
we gon’ be hitting shots at team 10 like a driving range
[chorus: crazzilee]
so, let’s talk about the man himself, jake paul
he thinks he’s gonna grow, well he gonna fall
he a big man now, till he hit a wall
ask rice, this yo last hit like an 8-ball
[verse 4: crazzilee]
your merch is sh-t
no one wants to have another look at it
i’m destroying you in this, eating ya like ritz!
your main man is pom, he a fat d-mn brit
my diss tracks a fire, like a baseball another hit
you a liar, and a hypocrite
yo dumb, you a dimwit
only fire is what i spit
[chorus: crazzilee]
so, let’s talk about the man himself, jake paul
he thinks he’s gonna grow, b-tch he gonna fall
he a big man now, till he hit a wall
ask rice, this yo last hit like an 8-ball
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