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tall man baller - roasted goose lyrics

[pre+verse: tall man baller]
yo, tall man baller back at it again with another banger (let’s go)
you know how it is (let’s go, tall man baller)
aye, i’m just sayin’, i’m just sayin’ (let’s go)
peter started this alright (let’s go)
i’m an innocent man, i didn’t do anything wrong (yea!)
you know, i’m a good guy (let’s go)
aye, there’s nothing personal right? nothin’ personal (let’s get+ let’s go)
but like ya know, it’s kinda personal

[verse 1: tall man baller]
your song was trash and the lyrics were ass
you think your song is fire, but you ran out of gas
you finished last
the friday song was all in the past
gonna roast you so bad your gonna leave in a cast
you committed a sin, chances of winning are slim
whine and cry all day, this is why you don’t win
gonna flame you by the hairs of your chinny, chin, chin (what chin?)
spittin’ fire bars gonna make yah hеad spin
limpin’ around like a grandma
boring ass voice like a grandpa
cringеy ass jokes and n0body giggle
waste of good height and can’t even dribble
n0body laughs, not even a little
“peter’s unfunny?” yeah, that’s pretty typical
weaker than me? yeah, that’s not a miracle
lead in his thigh? yeah, that’s pretty clinical
your garbage video made me wanna get shot
it wasn’t hot
your voice sounds like if you were a robot
blood clots
in your brain has you really trippin’
cause friday is an ass song and you just wanna be different
gettin’ off track now let’s settle and focus
you said i got carried but you should have noticed
how zayden didn’t even help you
get a clue
it’s all because i’m better than you
you know it’s true
everybody already knew
now i’m gonna go ahead and rub a bit of salt in
peter’s got bunions, you know it’s throbbin’ and poppin’
smellin’ real bad all the flies are droppin’
i’m moppin’
all the puke all over the floor
shoulders so gross can’t hold it in anymore

[verse 2: zaydensingz]
i don’t like guys
still dunno know about you
your rap diss can’t compare to my debut, you
say friday’s best, but we all know that’s dumb
like gary vee you probably swallow your gum (ew)
pete the pimp? yeah, more like peter the simp
look yourself in the mirror; take a real quick glimpse
then go right back to crying, like now
you’re just predictable, not a weird coincidence (what the?)
so you’re tall enough to pass as a man
but your eyes saw your nose and said hurry let’s scram
it doesn’t compare to your voice of an angel
but if i was cain, i would surely be “abel”
to know the difference between right and wrong
cause i already know you’re just crying along
you’re just a big h++rder, h++rding all of my rights
there’s short kids out here just give up your height
like david, goliath, i win, i don’t throw
you up at the top, but i still gotta grow
just cause you’re white doesn’t mean you can write
if you can’t drop the sun then maybe i might
just like nathan, put your hair in a bun
you’re just depressing, suck out all of the fun (what the?)
too tall, too short, you take all the sp+ce
go cry, it’s a friday, yeah it’s a closed case
don’t talk about sonic johnson like that
i don’t wanna tell you again
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[bridge: zaydensingz]
oh+ oh my god i think he’s dead!
oh+ oh my god
um, what+ what do we do?
peter+ peter can you hear me?
peter
peter, you need to talk to me (he he he, i love you)
no+ okay, you’re coming off a little strong there buddy (what is he saying?)
um, i don’t know what to do (let me talk to him)
uh, here, i think+ i think someone wants to talk to you
finish him!

[verse 3: biggie q]
your knees are sweaty, knees weak, knees are heavy
there’s blood on my hands already, your knees are sketchy
you’re hurtin’, and i’m for certain you look down and messy
i drop psalms, bet you keep on regretting what you spoke now
your knees plowed, groan so loud
you open your mouth, but the screams can’t call out
you’re choking ow, memories flashing now
your time’s run out, that’s it
bozo, wow!
you got no vitality, you are an abnormality
you, in actuality, honk, you’re so mad, so bad
you’re over, lad
you can’t even write a proper chant
your shoulders are wack, deserving a smack
at least they ain’t leaky like your uncle’s ass crack

- tall man baller lyrics

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