jay swags - the chief keef diss lyrics
im coming in hard like a curfew
f-ck you keef and who birthed you
i was meant to rap with a name so hard
im ready n-gga better hope your speakers are
ill shoot you dead cuz this life a b-tch
i could be u in anyrapping event
you yourself can say a nine a b-tch
f-ck yo dgainz movies ill shoot you up better than that
you a lie you ain’t always strapped
i dont even know y im dissing u im too nice for this sh-t
so let me tighten my grip im back on my grind
im so real all the time
sometimes i wonder who you r a n-gga thats bored
just another lame rapper rollin suicide doors
i said it once ain’t no body harder than ymcmb
im rocking polo with rhe nautica jeans
im too hard to see call me john cena
ill take your -ss down in the streets or the arena
i roll with k!llas but im not a criminal
talk about riches n-gga ill put you in the dirt now you got minerals
the crimes i confess to is when i grab the mic
serenade the streets so the ghetto can hear it
and ill bless all the real n-ggas with my spirit
if im hungry i could eat out keefs moms
i dont have to be asian to drop the bomb
but keef will see the clips if he dont pay up bricks
ill have his face crackin like dorito chips
keef gon f-ck around and smoked
andcifcyou gon commit suicide dont use a rope
use the gun u k!lled lil jojo with you f-ckin piece of sh-t
or maybe jump a building do the same thing your lyrica r falling
of jump in front of of my bugatti or get balled like spawlding
my flow so r-t-rded what im saying is
i grow seeds in women my own age creationist
f-ck a thread i dont need it
each muhf-cking word authentic
you rapping is piece of cake
godd-mn how can anybody be so fake
i got a piece of the pie im only thinking its american
i got that 2pac swagger now im in here bragging again
i gotta get smarter understand me im a college kid strictly backpack
rap art is my hobby so what your seeing is abstract
thoughts hunching over you lame -ss crew like a bad back
or a plumber perched over his handy kit thats mad crack
opposite of sh-t on christmas never a bad rap
my hype is so r-t-rded like a n-gga who can’t act
hoes bouncing up on this d-ck like a dance track
im bad to the b-n-r and yo n-gga sd
ain’t never inserted in some p-ssy
and that f-ckboy lil durk
he soon gon get murked
and lil reese just a b-ttercup
he need to shut the f-ck up
and fredo santana
he sound like hannah montana
peel all ya gbe n-ggas like a banana
and young chop most likely the realest n-gga on the team
after saying this i most likely not getting a beat from him
but he need to stop spinning discs and start running
oh i haven’t forgot chief keef gon start gunnin at me now
but ill be waiting hopefully im ready somehow blahhhhhhh
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