d23r234234234 - rf23r4234 lyrics
give a sample, that b-tch better give credit
terms and conditions, man, she ain’t even read it
tryna troll the game like she think she is reddit
that face so mayo, might have to box and red it
coppin’ nicci’s styles is their favorite fetish
smack ’em, leave a bruise like it’s some brutal s-x sh-t
why do they bother at this point?
they music and they bones have no hot joints
come to 212, you get 0 points
so you’re gonna regret it
yeah compet-tion is tough, but they all know who set it
i’m in a frenzy, you know, my life is quite hectic
so you think you’re k!llin ‘it?
when i look at you: n0body
just a one-hit wonder and a copy
man, these lazy frogs are so d-mn groggy
so you think it’s all rainbows? man, this game is a horror story
i won’t stop until i achieve victory
now let me you hear scream, aargh, rip
who wrote your sh-t? i’ll give you a t i p
who really run this b-tch? misstress minej nicci
look at my fans: yaaaaas team nicci
they are so right, these b-tches wanna be nicci
queen nicci, they all believe in me
as far as you’re concerned, your image is demeaning
re-invent yourself, get back in the booth
or deport yourself, try to box a kangaroo
they hustle ain’t grand, it’s just the name of a brand
full of basics and a taste that is bland
bunch of p-ssy fakes that can’t understand
that pinkspray two is on it’s way
y’all still sound like y’all mixtape days
[sample]
(in your dreams b-tch
i’ve made some
i’m goin’ somewhere, babe, stay mad)
stupid hoes tryna wash over, get washed up
coffin, rip, boxed up
shove this mic down your throat, y’all coughin’
you say nothin’, and stay nothin’
you’re from the dessert, you ain’t from compton
get lyrically stomped on, y’all on dumb sh-t
your body is trash, and your body of work is too
coz this game has an issue with you
why you think everyone’s came to diss you?
you get treated like toilet paper (cr-p!)
and i send these punchlines, you’re an emcee’s punchbag
holding that award like you got some hunchback
actors be fakin’, these whitey’s is takin’ all they can grab
swaggerjackin’, copy cats, wanna sound like a hood rat
spoilt white brats, but despite that
the truest remains reignin’, and believe you me i’m comin’
you’re done
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