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no diss (face the facts) - thyeosthyco lyrics

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(intro)
i swear to god y’all n*ggas wanna turn hollywood
ok bet, i better not see none of y’all in philadelphia
you and that b*tch ass circle of yours
by the way my boy pulled up on you , you didn’t even go to
the road to fight him and you told your mama you really is a b*tch
my n*gga ill smack the sh*t out of you once i see you in texas
and by the way im getting money , yall busy trying to beef with me
yall n*ggas is brokies
and im in college all my haters is broke and live with they mom
yall n*ggas is (bleep)

(chorus)
how you tuff trying ruining peoples careers spreading false info
im still blackballed dont give a f*ck at the end im still getting all the dough
all my n*ggas outside he lucky his momma ain’t decomposed
p*ssy n*gga you not from the ghetto you is from the burbs i.g got you cloaked
this ain’t no diss im too lazy to say no names
n*ggas want to act hollywood to the gang and get socked in they face
p*ssy ass n*ggas not from h*ll better change that genre name today
i dont mention n*ggas in my tracks no more im getting money we are paid

(verse)
how you smoke when you afraid to catch them hands ?
that’s what free smoke is for
how n*ggas so net that they
can’t even come outside that door
n*ggas be capping for a persona
but can’t come outside out that porch
im autistic but i still get more b*tches to
twerk to my music to the floor
n*gga can’t chase a bag
all my haters obsessed can’t brag
all my haters can’t keep a job for they ass
they stuck in the past
you think this music sh*t going to work out ?
your career is never going to last
yall support pedos and hate on my sh*t ?
n*ggas can’t face the facts

(verse 2)
told them chase a bag and just leave me alone
all that obsession going to turn you to a joke
don’t tell your mom no more p*ssy n*gga
throw them fist up to show you ain’t no hoe ?
you want to act like a b*tch , better put your skirt on
yall (bleeps) talking on iphones
i can’t beef with my sons they nothing but my clones

im a civilian n*gga i bleed what i bleed
but im the type of citizen to f*ck a n*gga up
and make them call police
i feel like lil durk dont get left by that tree
how am i a p*ss when you never pulled up right to the street ?

(chorus)
how you tuff trying ruining peoples careers spreading false info
im still blackballed dont give a f*ck at the end im still getting all the dough
all my n*ggas outside he lucky his momma ain’t decomposed
p*ssy n*gga you not from the ghetto you is from the burbs i.g got you cloaked
this ain’t no diss im too lazy to say no names
n*ggas want to act hollywood to the gang and get socked in they face
p*ssy ass n*ggas not from h*ll better change that genre name today
i dont mention n*ggas in my tracks no more im getting money we are paid
(outro jace, ybn nahmir)
alright im a let you talk
how u went from gd to crip ?
how i went from gd to crip it happend
bro what***

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