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dyan - kea katt lyrics

[chorus]
your b-tch wanna party with dyan
he wants a picture with dyan
you know she slay since the morning
he can’t afford, dyan
can’t find another like dyan
your b-tch wanna know who is dyan
all of these b-tches get off me
all of these b-tches can’t f-ck with dyan bxnks

[verse 1]
hey, i’m dyan b-tch, slaying in the beat
i rule in the streets, i’m a boss in the game, diz b-tches ain’t me
diamonds all over my body, b-tch, i glow like cardi
i’m coming for your spot, these b-tches are lost, they see me and they run
i keep slaying every single beat they give me
slaying the edges of every lil b-tch who wanna f-cking beat me
just give me the crown, i’m here for your throne and u can’t stop me now
working on a mixtape since i was sixteen, b-tch i’m crazy, now
runnin for the eighteen, i’ain’t ever start flexing
b-tches in the game, all of you must be ashame
please stop compare to me
stop hating me, cuz you will never be like me, b-tch
stop hating me, cuz you will never be like me

[verse 2]
you’re losing all your fame, you b-tches really shame, they’re songs are lame
but if you wanna f-ck me, you have to first top me
a’int come to play
maybe you’re jealous, but i’m a f-cking g*nius
and all my rhymes are f-cking glorious
stop acting like you don’t know b-tch, i’m the one who inspires you fake b-tch
i got a big b-tt, natural b-tch
you’re just a big hoe, i’m tired of this chick
shut your mouth, stop talking sh-t about me
you’re nothing more than a lonely bitter clown sis
i don’t play with your type of hoes
showing some fake love when you ain’t even close
and if you wanna clear that
catch me outside, how about that?

[breakout]
shout out to danielle bregoli, my b-tch
catch me motherf-cking outside b-tch
you say you love me, but you only show fake love
b-tch i’m tired of these chicks man
i’m so f-cking tire
let me tell you

[verse 3]
i will beat yout motherf-ckin -ss hoe
i will show you how to motherf-cking rap hoe
it’s the showtime b-tch, show me what you got
and in the rap ring, i will never touch my heart
a couple bad lines, wheres your goddam ammo?
a lot of bad b-tches shoot you’re now in the limbo
french kiss in the ring just call me maryse
ddt on your head, b-tch you’re not an enemy

all of these b-tches can’t f-ck with dyan bxnks (x3)

- kea katt lyrics

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