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j_c0b_raps - you can catch a fade lyrics

[intro]
ha, alright, nah, we finna just get straight to this
sayonara

[chorus]
you ain’t better than me, and i can prove it
you a lil’ b+tch, and you ain’t know how to do it
got the homies wit’ me, and we shootin’
we run your block, b+tch, don’t try us
we can f+ckin’ tell that you shy, trust
you ain’t better than me, and i can prove it
you a lil’ b+tch, and you ain’t know how to do it
got the homies wit’ me, and we shootin’
just so you know, you can catch a fade

[verse]
look, we gettin’ down to the facts
we take all these b+tches down, stomp on they backs
just ’cause you bump my sh+t, don’t mean you get a pass
’cause if you talk sh+t, you’ll f+ckin’ get shot, good way to f+ck around and find out
you ain’t safe if you find out, we packed you up in your hideout
we lookin’ for you, b+tch, wherе you hide out?
you’ve gone missin’, wondеr where you hide now
you can’t even diss me back, jax, f+ck that ’bout?
you ain’t even good, you so trash, you had to get out
of the rap sh+t, lil’ b+tch done quit
he had to drop a diss on me, then dip
’cause he knew i’d come back swingin’, now look where you at, in the mud
lil’ b+tch, he’s stuck inside a rut, wonder if he dropped that for fun
he used to think that he was the one, well, b+tch, now i’m the one
and i’ll smoke yo’ pack, and i’ma get my payback
i payed you for some sh+t, i’ma get that pay back
you ain’t gotta respond, b+tch, just f+ckin’ lay back
yo’ b+tch broke up witchu, how’d you take that?
you pleaded wit’ her to get back what witchu
’cause you can’t live without the love, like, it’s all she give you
she left ’cause you ain’t provide sh+t
look at me, boy, you lost everythin’, even yo’ b+tch (sh+t!)
talkin’ ’bout how my girl nasty, at least i got a b+tch (yeah!)
and you can’t change it, b+tch, don’t get on my ass (b+tch!)
’cause we ain’t in the same race, i’ve got this cash
and now you itchin’ for the fame, b+tch, you got a rash?
nasty ass boy thinkin’ he’ll top me
like, i’m better than you, b+tch, i’m like yo’ papi
oh, wait, you ain’t got one, he left you
just like he left yo’ mom, i mean, sh+t, same thing happened here, but my dad still in my life
look at you, judgin’ others for the pain and strife
but you deal with it too, what’s your point?
are you mad ’cause it’s life you can’t enjoy?
and it’s all ’cause yo’ friend gone, you treated us like toys
it was all for your plan, now you in pain
and i know d+mn well this track’ll make you insane
and you’ll go insane ’cause now i’ve got fame
b+tch, i’ll run yo’ block, put you in pain
[chorus]
you ain’t better than me, and i can prove it
you a lil’ b+tch, and you ain’t know how to do it
got the homies wit’ me, and we shootin’
we run your block, b+tch, don’t try us
we can f+ckin’ tell that you shy, trust
you ain’t better than me, and i can prove it
you a lil’ b+tch, and you ain’t know how to do it
got the homies wit’ me, and we shootin’
just so you know, you can catch a fade

[outro]
ha, nah, this song was just an excuse to respond to you, jax
you ain’t better, quit actin’ like you are!

- j_c0b_raps lyrics

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