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jp - snapback lyrics

518 records

jp on the beat, c’mon

(perfect)

why you talkin heat with that d-ck up in your mouth?
better shut your mouth
sit the f-ck down
mark -ss b-tch, talkin all the sh-t
want a f-cking addy, b-tch f-cking @ me
so f-cking blind, can’t yo -ss see?
the kid don’t play, spittin f-cking flame
all d-mn day

so d-mn ugly, lookin like sh-ggy
so f-cking scrawny
your clothes are all baggy
there ain’t nothin that you gonna do
with that f-cking facial hair, chew my food
beat yo -ss up like a little f-cking soup

see you in person, you won’t do sh-t
‘boutta call my boys, ‘boutta do a hit
why the dude with a slit actin like a d-ck?
so f-ckin tough
you act so ugly, no one tryna cuff

why you wanna trip?
got your mom ridin shotty, that’s my new b-tch
lookin like skeletor, so f-ckin scrawny
lookin like voldemort, so f-ckin ugly
i am he-who-shall-not-be-named

check your little sister’s back
that’s where i f-ckin came
you know ten bullets would knock a boys back it
bend your b-tch over
i may have to break it back in

robert the flex ain’t nothin!
robert the flex ain’t thuggin!
keep talkin bout me, imma get to muggin

back to back, b-tch
you know there’s no slack
my sh-t’s so sharp, like a f-ckin tack
b-tch you can’t even read, no need to rap
got me like happy g
tap tap tap
kinda like your step dad when he hit you from the back
you know that’s what’s up

put down the pen, just shut up
next time you make a track try to speak up
this guy say he a g
while he at price chopper, bagging groceries
he a f-ckin b-tch, that i guarantee
i’m the one with a shpshsp that he cannot see

he ain’t even good enough to be my enemy
this dude got no clout
when he first dissed, no one knew who it was about
say he a g*nius, but that i f-ckin doubt
whispers in the mic, he got no girl
all he play fortnight, he got no b-tches
all he play i touch (?), that sh-t’s pretty f-ckin suss
got his mom in the bed and she give the good succ
am i picking on you? i don’t give a f-ck
where yo little sister at? i’m tryna bust a nut

making fun of cornrows?
at least i got the real flow, at least i lgot real clothes, at least i got real hoes
gettin fast stacks, countin up zeros

robert the flex ain’t nothin!
robert the flex, why you thuggin?
robert the flex, keep talkin bout me
imma get to muggin

mark -ss b-tch, don’t diss my label
rhymes so legendary, sh-t ain’t a fable
talkin about sh-t? imma send your head off the table
grab you by the throat, wrap it with a cable
i’m so f-ckin p-ssed b-tch, i ain’t stable
boutta go full blown attack like the naval

it’s time to snap back
it’s time to step back
you probably do crack
you lookin like a rat

c’mon little b-tch, it’s time to snap back

(perfect)

jp on the beat
518 records
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