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diss god - pontiacmadeddg diss track lyrics

part i: produced by laudiano

[intro]
yuh

[verse 1]
i’m a muhf-ckin’ -sshole, but you knew the sh-t
moved to la, n-gg-s fake, but i’m used to this
i tipped the b-tch a blue hunnid then she blew this d-ck
you chase a hoe every month, n-gg-, choose a b-tch
n-gg-, f-ck yo i8, b-tch, got the ‘rari
flight talkin’ sh-t, but what happened to ari ari?
you just summoned out this demon, n-gg-, “charlie charlie”
cash old as f-ck and his hairline sorry, sorry
darryl know he took the l, now he wanna box
made the p-ssy cut his hair, i feel like a boss
i’m ’bout to swiper-swipe yo b-tch, i feel like a fox
got these timbs on my feet but i’m not from the bronx
stop tryna diss me, you can’t beat the best
you can tell this sh-t supreme when you see the “s”
i just call it how i see it, i should be a ref
zias look like a gorilla, b-tch, beat yo chest (uh, uh)

part ii: produced by princetheproducer

[intro]
yuh, yuh
rip ddg, man
yuh
n-gg-‘s a lil b-tch -ss n-gg-, man, wanna go with the diss god? aight, bet!
oh, he gon’ regret this b-tch

[verse 2]
what is that on the top of yo lip?
seen you at flight club, you was not with the sh-ts
little 5 foot darryl keep talkin’ that sh-t
and you leased your i8, so how the f-ck are you rich?
ten vids on a n-gg-, get the f-ck off my d-ck
tryna hit me but you missed, like your shot from the three
stop talkin’ ’bout shooters, b-tch, you not from the streets
why you always wearin’ buffies but you not from the d
you a short -ss n-gg-, ol’ dwarf -ss n-gg-
“i like her, i like her” ol’ torn -ss n-gg-
“i’ma make a diss track that’s just a chorus” -ss n-gg-
you a broke b-tch, got the cheapest foreign -ss n-gg-
yuh, you know you a large, why are all your shirts a medium?
how you got a million but barely get a million?
put that red dot on his forehead like a indian
this is not you channel, b-tch, it’s kennedy’s and jillian’s
i’m comin’ at yo neck big chopper, n-gg-, doo-doo-doo
how you gonna let ricegum’s shadow get more views than you?
dejonta murray took your girl, you a lame b-tch
say you hate when n-gg-s take flows, then explain this?
remember when i called yo girl and she answered naked?
she just got out of the shower and she still answered
played cash and got crossed like a double agent
now you mad ’cause yo dirty -ss couldn’t f-ck chandler
every song that you drop, it made me laugh harder
think yo ex a pearl, but she look like mr. krab’s daughter
flexin’ with a thou? b-tch, you need to get your racks larger
this belt goes around and comes around like some bad karma
just for comin’ at my neck, yo gon’ get exposed
i’m bout to tell y’all n-gg-s somethin’ that you didn’t know
i wouldn’t do this but yo -ss actin’ like a hoe
mysticgotjokes sucked all on your girl’s toes
right in front of him, ooh, i had to come for him
we gon’ box, p-ssy boy, you know i’m done wit’ him
mystic had them toes in his mouth with the tongue on ’em
hit him with that jab, uppercut, havin’ fun with him
twenty ads on every vid, you are not rich
wanna box ’cause you used to do it, you are not slick
let him suck on your girl’s toes like a soft b-tch
stood there and watched, stupid n-gg-, you are not sh-t
we don’t sleep on no beef (we ain’t sleepin’ on them n-gg-s)
if you hard, why you block me on twitter, ayy
we don’t play wit’ no beef, yuh (we ain’t playin’ wit’ em)
that should tell you he’s a b-tch -ss lil n-gg-, ayy
tweetin’ at me all week, yuh (stop tweetin’ at me)
stop cryin’, n-gg-, get up out yo feelings, ayy
we don’t squash no beef, yuh (we ain’t squashin’ nothin’)
you a short lil b-tch, call you krillin, ayy (b-b-b-b-b-b-boom!)

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