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salty wanna be mg1 rape's little girl (gone wrong) - diss track lyrics

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[verse 1]
they they told did this kayla song gonna f-cking flame her
sorry no disclaimer, but you’re not the one in danger
call my name for two, b-tch i’m coming straight for you
you say you love to listen but i know you’re heavy dissing
i thought you were my business so you should be sitting
yo, you’re ready?
yeah

you talk about some sh-t i don’t believe in though
you’re the one that has to go i don’t even know
so give up reason, hoe
yeah

you may think i’m talking smack, girl, i’m trying to attack
that motherf-cker can’t be real, so much harder than that
had a chit-chat with the victim, so say that you tricked him
and restrict him

[chorus]
ayy!
you are never gonna get rich, b-tch
you are never gonna get this, b-tch
put your f-cking hands in the air, b-tch
you are never gonna get there, b-tch
you are never gonna get rich, b-tch
you are never gonna get this, b-tch
put your f-cking hands in the air, b-tch
you are never gonna get there, b-tch, ayy!
(yeah, that’s good, that’s good)

[verse 2]
yeah i’m calling you out because you couldn’t get ’bout
and you’ve been acting out (oh d-mn)
because i’m rapping slowly so you can understand me
b-tch can ban me but i give them one handy
now i’m really beginning to f-cking speed up (oh sh-t)
“peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers”
that sh-t was easy like dissing you and all your flaws
hold the applause
yeah, i’m the lord
so get ignored
you’re done, b-tch

[chorus]
ayy!
you are never gonna get rich, b-tch
you are never gonna get this, b-tch
put your f-cking hands in the air, b-tch
you are never gonna get there, b-tch
you are never gonna get rich, b-tch
you are never gonna get this, b-tch
put your f-cking hands in the air, b-tch
you are never gonna get there, b-tch

[verse 3]
i’ll cause some mayhem about to go supersonic
yeah it’s you i’m saying so why you not a baby you think i’m playing?
going in raw; how’s your arm feel sore?
i think they want more; well d-mn, for sure
insecure fly chance would know the way
when i’m done with this rap, yeah it’s over mate
b-tch i’m like jay with the holy b-ss
oh, did i say holy? i should’ve meant trolly
full of fake sh-t that you’re pinning on me
let’s take a trip to the beginning and see
back when there was an equal society
and everywhere we look there wasn’t anxiety
full of variety, that sh-t went down quietly
b-tch you know who i inspire to be
you say you have friends now
this is where it ends now
this depends if you’re gonna fend and see my friends now

ayy, you see this chick’s forehead?
oh d-mn, dog

i can smell the fear from right over here
imma make it clear b-tch that i don’t want you here
living in the fantasy like virtual reality
i call that sh-t insanity, b-tch wanna fire back at me?

[outro]
kea kea, brrrrrrahhhh!!
(pup pup pup pup pup pup pup)

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