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omelly – back to back freestyle (ar-ab diss) lyrics

[intro]
i can’t go at meek n-gg- that’s my hommie he never did nothing to me
he always looked out for me
he put me on songs my buzz went through the roof i’mma go at this guy
why should i jump out the window and go at meek mill
he a real n-gg- got some real n-gg-s around him

[verse 1]
see you pussies throwing shots at the team i’m not having it
first obh tee i see i’m straight tagging it
i ain’t with the back and forth, rapping or this dissing shit
you was just on my d-ck parking lot taking pics
you never was no top goon been a fraud been a b-tch
i know you remember that night i saved your life
you was scrambling at the club you ain’t have no pipe, i had two on me
i thought you was tough you ain’t know what to do homie
he think he an animal ’til the zoo on him
f-ck ’em we at ’em
i got the hittas with me daily and they clutching the ladder
you n-gg-s frauding to the world it’s only making me madder
pop up at your next show
do this shit like death row
n-gg- keep on rapping about it i wish he let that tec go
this that osama twin llama right at your neck flow
by the time he take the gun off safety i’m gon’ back him
dark lo trying to run i’m gon’ chase him
hit him in the leg with shots that’ll waste him
i’m not trying to hear this top goon of philly shit
i rep south philly where we let them millis rip
your man paid me for a verse and he ain’t get it yet
that’s gangsta n-gg- that’s gangsta
y’all doing all that d-ck riding y’all ain’t get a check
all y’all wankstas none of you n-gg-s gangstas

[interlude]
you little fat b-tch i ain’t even want to f-ck none of your b-tches
you lucky n-gg- you little nasty you
you can see everything you ate on your shirt today
f-ck out of here aye [?] no you didn’t you fat teletubbie -ss n-gg-

[verse 2]
i get to lacking on them suckers then i’m jumping in my benzo
hop out walk ’em down i’m dumpin’ from my window
if i was at c-ss crib you be jumping out the window
empty the stock spin the block give you ten more
we with the dumb shit we really with the dumb shit
we with the dumb shit we really with the dumb shit
we with the dumb shit we really with the dumb shit
talking all that ratchet in your raps get a drum clip
these n-gg-s talking recken it get me excited
these n-gg-s talking reckless tryna get us indicted
i’m floating off that water, i’m rolling with pirates
i don’t play about my blood you try us you dying
and we in the city you can meet me let’s get busy
y’all some b-m -ss n-gg-s it come to paper we get plenty
shit on n-gg-s make ’em sad and call drizzy
you n-gg-s ain’t got power you can’t call 50

- omelly lyrics

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