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yung mogul - poot diss round 2 lyrics

intro:
(inhale, exhale)
round 2, b-tch. straight j felt up in here

verse 1:
came for another, called you a brother
don’t be offended when i f-ck up your summer
better come prepared cause i don’t use a rubber
keep it down low, keep it down under
i got endless rhymes but not too much time
unlike you there’s not much to do
you’re a h-ll of a guy, but you’re lost in the sky
so don’t even try unless you wanna say bye
let’s go solo for solo, and duo for duo
at the end of the day, i’d rather have cholo
so choke on breadstick, that’s one h-ll of a chode tho
that’s a shot at fred, and a shot at you
face is all red, what you gonna do
sit your -ss down and watch as i poo
all the haters want d-t-w f-ck the jews

peter piper picked a peck of pickled pooters
people peaking poppin pills talkin bout my shooters
pullin shots, smokin pot, you’re a f-ckin blooper
p-ssin shots, peepin cops, call me freddie kruger
big truck little d-ck boy you know these bars are sick
no f-cks it’s lit bout time i finish this
throw em up, psych b-tch, f-ck you up just like its tilted
now you’re dead, call you wilted
big -ss b-ss, b-tch who built it

outro:
woooooooahhh

poot it’s all fun and games bruh, but i
expect that clap back bruh

luh you cuh

blood gang, primetime
yung mogul out
yee yee, woo
yee yee

- yung mogul lyrics

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