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fatal (diss track) - clippa lyrics

call me the n word b*tch i really don’t give a f*ck slatt you slow ass b*tch i’ll beat the sh*t out of your head and leave you dead in a ditch keep f*cking playing with me end up with your head on a stick you f*cking voodoo looking p*ssy dumb ass b*tch man f*ck yo group chats i bet all of them b*tches stink you got the f l e on your motherf*cking team i got the gat ima make all you b*tches bleed

i got these stupid b*tches done up they never wanna run up and when they put on ice it got them melting like the sun up this baldie is my son and without me he ain’t gon come up and who streaming ya album pay for views and still a crackup

you worse than a n*z* ain’t no lady gaga you my f*cking paparazzi got that bald head and you think you the sh*t
i got this rap b*tch mad and he don’t even spit
now you gotta admit is he a man or a p*ssy
the way he always riding d*ck he gotta be a p*ssy
the way he always takin sh*t he gotta be a p*ssy
and the way he say the n man he know he really p*ssy
i got these stupid b*tches mad tight
tell these stupid b*tches act right
if talk sh*t then get your motherf*cking facts right
ain’t got time for goofies that b*tches living a fast life
i be on go these b*tches ain’t sh*t talking bout me
but these b*tches a skit dissing on me and now you gotta quit
poppin perci out in france in a fit
bald head but you got nits
you a man but you got tits you

a b*tch and i admit i don’t give a f*cking sh*t get hit go commit diss me i don’t permit i’m the real you counterfeit i’m the c*ckpit of the jet and on your grave i’m gonna spit cause you a f*cking hypocrite
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