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jag - worst nightmare (meek mill diss) lyrics

[intro]
glide like clyde, ballin like the lakers, 2pac back
the sh-t done got real disrespectful my n-gga
time to get checked homes chubby larsiny fam peta

[verse]
you say i’m trash better hold up meek
you ain’t know that i got sh-t sold up meek
my mask on i hold the heat then blast home you get rolled up meek
come to my hood you a fold up meek
f-ck around make a n-gga blow up meek
put a hole in your body finna throw up meek
got the whole hood saying they tore up meek
the big homie said put the dough up meek
fake -ss buss better slow up meek
young -ss rap better grow up meek
the cash ain’t there i’mma show up meek
i don’t give a f-ck about your bread homes
we live for this you dead home
just got off that worldstar them gds on your head homes
i heard what you said homes
tell the truth that sh-t wack
instagram is a motherf-cker
your babby mama that b-tch fat
i’m saying that b-tch chubby, you say that b-tch stack
if you saying that b-tch bad she bald head and that b-tch black
kick back cuz one day you gon see me one day
that sh-t gon go one way g-unit on gunplay
all my n-ggas straight creezy balling out like i ate wheaties
i can’t give your state props cuz they put on this fake peedi
all i know is family first make cash and my state need me
pay a cheep fee to young kiki and that’s real talk you get scapped easy
sh-t sound like you lost n-gga
get robbed if you floss n-gga
you work, but you ain’t no boss n-gga
yeah its f-ck you and your boss n-gga
red dot get off n-gga
head shot get tossed n-gga
when i shoot i’m all on
any day i’ve been off n-gga
sh-t sound like you soft n-gga
jack and penny we working home
b-tch -ss in my hood get banged on like perkins homes
your favorite b-tch i beat it meek
didn’t even have to eat it meek
her eyes closed her mouth open i f-cked around and just skeeted meek
3 millions downloads and 250 on sales
now i ain’t saying im a brainiac but that sh-t sounds like you cheated meek
look round, hood n-ggas, bad b-tches, kush round
stand up get pushed down and that fake chain will get took now
your whole squad will get shook down
that mad cash i bust down
leg bust hope they give you that heads up
duck down, clap quick bust rounds
get merked when you touch town
big spin fly them birds like pig skin touchdown
yup i got some goonies that’s bout to get out of pocket
on you james harden way that cali boy that will turn a rocket on ya
yeah i put money on your head make a deposit on ya
pause frank ocean how n-ggas come out the closet on ya
they f-cked around and put a man against a baby n-gga
been up in your crib the sh-t was trash you f-cking crazy n-gga
yeah you must hate me n-gga stupid flow dummy time
put another 10 up on snupe and that money mine
he gon go to rest n-gga k!ll nothing less n-gga
you a f-cking club rapper a tyga at best n-gga
see this sh-t on twitter homes you handle sh-t the g-y way
i know why n-ggas acting b-tch you look just like shenaenae
or better yet rg3 the crackhead version
we working homes even the crack heads serving
i got that a1 the sh-t that got the crackheads jerking
getting that wet off i swear i got the crack heads surfing
my n-ggas you trash snupe trash, louie trash, omeli too
the next sh-t gon be trash homes, same outcome of belly 2
the f-ck you gon be rapping bout
phantom whips and ghosts n-gga
beat em when we see yeah we delete em like hostess n-gga
you probably thinking you the best stay focused n-gga
numbers don’t lie and in philly you not the dopest n-gga
you garbage, you trash meek, you past tence, you last week
your boss man is trash meat you need your f-cking -ss beat
i be where they clapping at come around i saved the gun
finally got respect for rick his fat -ss done saved a bum
all my n-ggas with the business tell em come and beat the office
go and get boss mans cuz bosses only speak to bosses
chubby

[outro]
yeah i was with my n-gga kiki smoking on that kiki
n-gga told me that you was scared to come to compton and get in that yg video
b-tch -ss n-gga but you a g though right? f-ck out of here n-gga
ha i go everywhere ask rell i’ve been in your house f-g -ss n-gga
we own your head out here n-gga larsiny
flyest fat n-gga you know
flat top gold chains n-gga f-ck you and your squad
you know i am n-gga you’ve seen me don’t lie
them numbers don’t lie either you ain’t the best n-gga
you know what i’m saying little short tooth son
it’s all good, you the weakest out of all the new n-ggas
we all know your bum -ss yup chubby
and by the way stop wearing that small leather jacket n-gga
and stop talking bout the lakers n-gga talk about the sixers n-gga
that’s my city n-gga we out

- jag lyrics

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