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error 8 8 8 (el haji diss) - prxddagxd lyrics

[intro]

you don’t want no smoke b-tch

travel team on the move

[verse 1: prxddagxd]

b-tch i’m saucy kinda different now my -ss is woke
come on eli you a p-ssy i want all the smoke
talking all that sh-t but b-tch we know your name a joke
claiming you got riches but you know your pockets broke
why you frontin like you got it ima speak the truth
buy a box of diapers please stay the f-ck out the booth
got no talent you lil b-tch that’s why you pay for views
you came over struck your -ss out like i’m babe ruth
tell ya mom she raised a b-tch ya daddy left cause you a phony
got a middle finger up it’s f-ck you and f-ck ya dead homies
i’m the king and i’m the legend stoopid b-tch hand me my trophy
no cap p-ssy b-tch i’m shooting like my name is kobe
got a problem we can solve it this p-ssy don’t want no pressure
crazy how your own son call me dad when me me and him together
p-ssy just stay in your lane before i k!ll your name forever
b-tch don’t deny that i got the sauce nice try that’s a for effort
homie claim he from the streets but dude belong on sesame
p-ssy boy don’t want no beef might pull up where his momma sleep
b-tch you know i like you creep might do you like you kennedy
made this p-ssy famous enjoy living off my legacy
flexing on his b-tch -ss like this p-ssy really want a problem
pull up on this kid you bring your squad i bet i f-cking drop them
your b-tch -ss should of been swallowed by your mom or left in daddy’s condom
swear you not even on my level this p-ssy at the bottom
b-tch i know them pockets hurting why tf lie bout cash
wanna go to war you catch this smoke this p-ssy fall like ash
off beat with them wack -ss bars lil b-tch we know your music trash
talking all that sh-t but b-tch i’m finna put yo -ss on blast
if yo stupid -ss want the crown try and come dethrone king
homie i’ve been royal like a rumble wtf you mean
better not clap back with them wack -ss rhymes that you like to bring
someone tell his b-tch -ss mom that i just k!lled her f-cking offspring
don’t forget that i’m the best
talking all that sh-t but b-tch swear not one word you said impressed
p-ssy -ss got a lot to prove hiding behind them text
step up to the plate you finna end up like the f-cking rest
b-tch i’m a savage i’m not no p-ssy i’m the realest one
homie i’m the perfect father stupid b-tch just ask your son
run circles around yo b-tch -ss homie like that sh-t is fun
think the games are finna end but swear your best bet is to run
welcome to the apocalypse and lil p-ssy i’m the horde
like to murder fake -ss rappers like you when my -ss is bored
better pray to god to me cause homie i’m your f-cking lord
music is garage he turn to minors instead to record
bet ya momma know a lot on how to use a f-cking knife
stabbed her own son in the face but homie ima end your life
got p-ssy between his legs this b-tch a husband and a wife
stupid b-tch all day i make hits all you make is f-cking strikes
they know i’m the coldest like a motherf-cking got the flu
i’m the realest quit false claiming like that sh-t is really you
homie think he tough but he not sh-t unless he got his crew
b-tch it’s prxddagxd so always done what i had to do

- prxddagxd lyrics

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