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remyboymonty/humble ft kohai (disswars) - zørechild lyrics

remyboymonty
zorechild: (verse 1)
rap battles ain’t my thing but i k!ll him politely in a kind way
you like the shadow of my past always walk behind me
get up the surface n0body could ever serve us
only pretty witches & demons can cause curses
spitting fire out the dragon like heat touching a furnace
the only thing you spitting is venom from out the cobra
you a snake so i keep my grass cut won’t be slithering
i’m doodle*bobbing n*ggas i erase em like scribbling
pencil for your lyrics, piece a paper for ya flows
chris*brown being a virgin ain’t no way u f*cking hoes
had some writers block but i can still diss about ya clothes
only n*gga rocking polo all black i suppose i’ll be dammed
went from being a hater to a fan
the pain in ya stomach isn’t helping you with cramps
old n*ggas dissing grown folks being gramps
ramadan month f*ck the beef unless it’s lamb
certainly i think you should be knowing where you stand
tryna give out handshakes won’t be dapping we ain’t fam’s
sucking me like cumshots, gotchu dodging gunshots, you funk flex free*styling n*gga never been hot

kohai: (verse 2)
n*gga get the f*ck off of bandlab
i don’t mean to brag but n*gga where is yo bag at?
i don’t do the battle rap beefing this sh*t is old school
n*gga you should do your taxes like a grown man is supposed to
b*tch i put it on my soul i could look you up no one knows you
body bagging n*ggas i rack em up like it’s produce
n*gga f*ck rap i have a question like can you produce?
clone n*ggas always eating d*ck that sh*t ain’t old news
you android ass n*gga you can’t even facetime
you android ass n*gga u can’t even send me an emoji
you android ass n*gga u probably record using bluetooth headphones
this n*gga was b*tt ass naked in the mirror with his back out
i was getting freaky with ya mom blew her back out
i’m about to flame ya trarags looking ass
hey kohai is it me or are u passing gas?
b*tch ass n*gga i don’t wanna hear u talk
you should think before you speak before you munching black c*ck
ya phone is never on you always using hotspot
i know ya mom beat tf outta you when walked pass 10:00
(humble)
zorechild: (verse 1)
p*ssy’s can’t belittle when they self b*tch made
ken carson dropping mid in his teen x phase
die lit f*ck yo funeral gon really miss the rage
you ain’t sh*t without your homie sorry that i hate to say
sector z what you accomplished?
12 to 0 loses upping scores i just demolish
loving internet beef get satisfied from the conflict
geeky n*gga like to talk as if he’s born inside a comic
if you fiction i would probably end ya’ story within novels
plotting on yo death b*tch’
the kings i’ve met don’t be acting like some peasants
what’s worse than virgins who’ll do anything when desperate
discrimination like a chick that’s being s*xist
saying i be alone but them shawty’s on my phone
while you waiting for responses to a b*tch who isn’t grown
f*ck with cougars cause the love you never gotten on ya’ own
begging ko for instrumentals like he wants to give out loans
giving d*ck inside your mother in the mouth where she gon moan (b*tch)
i’m shooting shots way more than vaccines
think about me constantly as if it’s bad dreams
keep my name out ya’ mouth whenever you @ me
f*ck the navy air force i shoot up his country
spraying raid on this n*gga so i can be bug free
i’m on land you on wood hibernating in slug tree’s
told ya’ never come crazy or things get ugly
put down the notepad
cause you’ve been rapping since you 4 and everything ever made was really so ass
it’s disappointing to be honest it’s just so sad
get confident then i ask you where’s ya hope at?
how many n*ggas i gotta fold on these beats
how many n*ggas i’ll murder in one week
how many n*ggas get broomed in one sweep
how many n*ggas i’m puffing like chief keef
zorechild: (verse 2)
i feel like babysitting
cause i’ll beat ya ass
and send you right back to ya school
lil n*gga i’m baby*hitting
when i get impatient i take out my anger
then i shoot them bullets to make him listen
i’m violent with guns look at my glocks 19 shots make his ass millywop
u be with the fed’s n*gga hanging with the cops
ion gotta murda b this ain’t drill music
botty on me imma still shoot it
slaughter dogs no*k!ll*movement
you a b*tch and i will prove it
finna bash ya’ brains so i keep a toolie
acting cool but can’t you can’t fool me
i ain’t dissing rappers who think they can f*ck with me i don’t think so
now this n*gga want a feature thinking he can be my bro
this no challenge when we different sorry you ain’t coming close
i been gifted since a baby hear the talent i bestowed
i don’t gotta k!ll you n*gga i can send the crows
if you better than me n*gga why the h*ll you won’t promote
imma burn you like a heater there’s no way i’ll make you cold
always riding on my d*ck like you was sledding down a slope

zorechild: (outro)
shots to ya head n*gga i got draco’s
p*ssy n*gga talking do as i say so
shots to ya head n*gga i got draco’s
p*ssy n*gga talking do as i say so
shots to ya head n*gga i got draco’s
p*ssy n*gga talking do as i say so
shots to ya head n*gga i got draco’s
p*ssy n*gga talking do as i say so
shots to ya head n*gga i got draco’s
p*ssy n*gga talking do as i say so
shots to ya head n*gga i got draco’s
p*ssy n*gga talking do as i say so

- zorechild lyrics

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