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urltv - dna vs. geechi gotti lyrics

(-smack flips the coin and geechi calls tails. the coin lands on tails and geechi lets dna go first-)

[round 1: dna]
yo, y’all can hear me?
i said, it’s the hip-hop awards, it’s ’bout to get live
he gon’ play tough, but switch sides
go to jail and start pointin’ out more people than 6ix9ine
i got a bigger bomb
y’all saw the last performance, right? well, we could get it on
’cause if your sweetie (saweetie) ain’t my type, you get the lil jawn (jon)
i get rid of pounds: weight loss
off the quavo, i’m lettin’ eights off
i off sets (offset), if i hit my migos, you gon’ take off (takeoff)
i’m packin’ the .9, i’mma clap him three times
i’ll shoot him in the crowd – it won’t be a chance the rapper survives
i’m bookin’ talent!
aye, casanova, he look embarr-ssed
his girl a freak, everybody jumped on her: the ‘so brooklyn’ challenge
i’m on my sh-t now
y’all watch power? he better get down
i named my gun trey songz: it’ll mess up a big rich town
let’s work! let’s work! let’s work!
it’s $25,000 on the b.e.t. network!
i’mma take this part (-swoo-) and you gon’ get the check first!
i’m dead nice!
i’ll squeeze the tec twice
lil duval: it’ll be all in his shoulders
you won’t be livin’ your best life
is y’all ready!? every bar deadly
these 16s gon’ put me behind bars: i’m r. kelly
it’s a wrap
the marathon continues, he gettin’ 60 flat
i just did all of that to get rid of him and bring nipsey back!
‘sup!? ‘sup!?

[round 1: geechi gotti]
aye, aye, i already knew everything he was gon’ do
get up here and name-drop a bunch of rappers who don’t even know you
y’all heard-
aye, aye, y’all heard everything that dawg said?
when trey songz messed it up, 50 cent brung back the bald head!
n-gga, you’se a b-tch!
on the red carpet actin’ like a big groupie!
he a clown, shoulda starred in the it movie
big toolie, i’ll blow your brains on cuh
i’m sorry, bro
i put dna on the wrong n-gga like the maury show
i’m not the father!
boy, i’ll pop ya mama!
they’ll be missin’ you more than we miss barack obama!
i rock designer, but these two c’s ain’t chanel
a face shot will have him uglier than sam c-ssel!
your mans is frail, that’s why i’m finna murk him for good
the clip longer than sunday service when the church in the ‘hood
tell him what’s good
gon’ get his lid fried
naw, you right, my gun done pointed and took down mo’ n-ggas than 6ix9ine
but this time, i’m sittin’ him down
(-smack, smack-) eat the b-tt of the .50: oh, he vivica now!
he really a clown!
last year, i was sittin’ in a cell!
you don’t know what that stress like
in and out, goin’ back and forth wit’ n-ggas: lil duval
but i wasn’t livin’ my best life!
if the check right, i’m sealin’ the deal
for 25k? pssh, i would’ve k!lled him for real!
and when it’s real, y’all can tell
make ’em believe them lies

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