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don’t flop – uno lavoz vs. o-red lyrics

[round 1: o-red]
eurgh hit me up and said, “red, i fuck with you bro. but it’s time to do this battle you owe.”
i said, “that there is true though. who you want me to chew though?”
he said, “i got you uno.”
i said, “uno?”
he said, “uno.”
i said, “really nigga? uno?”
he said, “uno.”
i said, “ooh, no…”
uno. you know we on two totally different levels
you want me to show you? y’all want me to show ’em?
watch this lyrical shit
your bars impotent, nigga, my nine venomous
you got debatables. i walk through this game k!lling shit
i got that kind shit make niggas in prison reminisce
you spit a lot of ‘yo momma’ jokes. well that makes sense because you look like wilma, b-tch
i spit a bar, the crowd go wild. philly be feeling it
you spit a bar and then go “dead. dead. dead.” [shovel digging motions]
think it’s obvious that you know. only the fake digging it
you rap like you in love with a virgin. he don’t get the shit
that means that all of this time you been doing nothing but feel a b-tch
you never been strapped with a mac and that extended clip
you playing in safety, ha-ha, clinton-dix
i turn him to a ’03 pistons pick
when him get picked, him’ll sit, right with the stars, darko miličić shit
i used to have a chopper, [?] grip, and the illest kick
my long range was -ss, i was hit or miss
so i asked god for guidance. he said “inf the shit.”
now that k dot control shots, no kendrick diss
militant, ready for action
let this nigga trip. neck shot, he’ll walk on stance with the reggie miller clench
he drop, his homie pressure the wound
he knows that this is it
he’s sitting there, looking like fresh when j k!lled his b-tch
y’all ain’t see that playground shit when he was sitting there holding her neck, after j k!lled this b-tch
are you serious?
careful when you see i. ps, i flip a spic
get it nigga? c-i-p-s, slip a spic
oh dog, i’m a menace, with k, charlsie get pistol whipped
to knock out his fronts. i’m just being frank with the gripper, b-tch
i said i am a lyricist. one round combo, see how i k!ll his shit
i promise you, this just the beginning b-tch, genesis
that nine milli spit, shots send your soul on a pilgrimage
yo, bucks take a philly nigga out on some connor williams shit
first round bad. necond round, i hit a different switch
now let that nigga spit

[round 2: o-red]
you got a lot of bars taking this battle. i’m usually the vet niggas don’t want that wreck with
you must got a death wish
’cause the last time i scammed on uno i believe i said, i make them techs spit
wild card, red draw two, shoot, walk and reverse, and make your set skip
but this time around i’m only bringing one tech from the past, dog
you’ll get a head shot right in front your f-g squad
i let it blast off then i dash off. all y’all gon’ hear is uno
which one of b-tches down to your last card?
that curved clip leave you curb clipped
when i’m on the d-mn scene spics get the banana early, that’s a plantain
cans sing, get ya bisabuela
that’s tragedy, in case y’all don’t know spanish for great-grandma
when them red is popping, your grandma mind get her shit parted. larry johnson
he acting brolic and rowdy, this left down him
i’ll have stars all around yo’ people, i’ll paramount him
he mad ’cause i fucked up and he’s still about to get kicked
his b-tch get a headshot
i pick her upper like a downey. then i let that four ring in his grill, and i’m outtie
peep in the alley
i’m in it, tinted, for when i ride though
your death will be as easy as counting to five bro
that means that i got that hot shit, pyro
i snap and give uno those trays out the quatro on cinco de mayo
try o. i’m strapped on a herb set
if this bird flex? desert eagle all in his sternum. you got a bird chest
them shells turn that bird chest to a burb nest
his chick ain’t with him, i’ll roost her
that means red on his bird head and his bird next
what you gonna say, that was a reach?
’cause i said roost her? not at all nigga, roost is how a bird rests
philly, did y’all peep how that last shit just fucked him up?
he ain’t even see that shit coming, it was a sucker punch
i bring that metal behind uno. i give him [?] below his chin, bow! his thoughts’ll be on the up and up
philly, what the fuck is up?
i’m the type to hit the freeway
two young gunz for peedi crakk
you a fake ryder, b. this mac’ll leave your beanie on sigel you take shots at me
i call it a oschino, it’s named properly
the way it’s spitting right next to a milly, ol’ sparks, no state property
it’s sad you losing your lifeguard, and your bae watching me
jersey

[round 3: o-red]
yo, i heard about that mad illz shit
don’t make that face, i heard what happen moo
i got a fact or two
you thought he took down ya battle, true?
you lying -ss sucker ’cause i seen you– i follow you nigga– i seen you put his number on twitter ’cause you was made at dude
no punchline either
what type of f-g is you?
there’s two kinds of niggas who get down how you get down
either you living b-tch or snitch style
hustlers, please hide ya birds when a snitch ’round
he tell the pigs, cops come pressure, zip sound
you look like you be in a precinct, sketching bodies
telling cops he on mccain and 22nd prolly
first building, second lobby
i don’t respect you, akhi mexican snitch b-tch, what the fuck is you? a federali?
i only battled you ’cause bill collector flexin’, akhi
and that fat fuck jumping in your rounds, i’ll make zm an effin’ body
which means you a backup, for a backup, for booty -ss eric, ben simmons
nigga, you ain’t even speedy claxton, you kevin loughery
black gauge, that effin’ shotty’ll wreck a poppy and whoever next to poppy
this don’t flop, right?
so y’all know what that mean?
that means this battle will get 6 million views as i reach in my arsonal and put that shotty on everybody
i think first, i don’t shy talk. i’m a mob boss
jersey on my back. he hate me, ’cause i ride smart
ace fm, ride smart
nevermind, this .44 got a live bark
i’m street. curb ya dog before i leave his shit on the sidewalk
you’s a motherfucking f-ggot
you the type of nigga i throw in the sleeper
500 bet i stomp you to death. both sneakers
no glocks, techs, no ninas
black get cruel on a diva
if that chicken hit the floor, it’s a puma on ya caesar
you from s.w. philly right?
so you know what this drama about, yes?
don’t be fooled by the rock swag when i pull that llama out vest
put you and homie on the rank thoughts, flying out left
you don’t know what that mean? that mean you get two bags for free when bullets flying south west
that’s the last card, uno out
jersey

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