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[Chorus] Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace Leave you dead without a trace Got a problem with me, say it to my face To my face, to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face Put a pussy ass n*gga all in his place! Didn't your bosses ever tell you n*ggas you could be replaced To the fans you's a disgrace, got a problem with me? Say it to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face Put a pussy ass n*gga all in his place! [Verse 1] Ay, got a chopper, kinda like a helicopter For any n*gga that think it's sweet And you better call a doctor Have you shaking like a maracas Dripping like this beat Blood spillin' like a faulty faucet Plug his ass, 'fore you end up in the host Put the gear in reverse Then you better hit the f*cking gas You broke, now you bitter But how the hell is a n*gga gonna start beef with me on his f*cking twitter? You know where I'll be, you know where I'll stay I ain't that hard to find! All upon my D, when the DTP boy, you're sweeter than a valentine! How can you call yourself a man, boy? You's Ludacris number one fan, boy! Then you left, and you're gone, goodbye Lazy eye don't miss you! Then you signed to a n*gga, who signed to a n*gga, who signed to another n*gga, smart move! Boy, you dumb as hell! You should take your soul and have an 'end of the summer sale'! But all your records are my theme songs? Why? Cause I'm still shopping of your ring tone! [Chorus] [Verse 2] To you internet gangsta's Facebook hoes, e-mail bullies, I can see your camel toe Instead of talking to a n*gga straight up, you rather send a text Well, I think you a b*tch, and you should change your sex! Hiding behind your phone screen, better run the other way You playing for the wrong team Thinking a booty ass, n*gga Oh, take another dude to the movie ass, n*gga I can see you're Kit Kat, gimme a break, hit him in his face How you keep it real when you know a n*gga fake? Better hit the brakes when you see me n*gga shake You going into convulsions, hater emotions and epileptic seizures Put a nail in a n*gga, your career is over, hang em up like Jesus! Amen! Sayonara! Okay then Next time you crying, tell a b*tch, n*gga! But keep in mind, you's a b*tch n*gga! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Meek Mill] Put a pussy ass n*gga in his face with that tooly on my waist like "huh?" I put it to his face then I ask a pussy ass n*gga how taste like "huh?" He said it taste like nah (nah) Told 'em it's a glock 10 though N*ggas thinking it's been a game til the shots hit his body bend his ass like limbo Give my shooters your info Send 'em right to your place, put 'em right in your face N*gga like what you say? Catch you night time and then brighten your day Shots at your head, they don't like what you say Coroners coming to wipe you away Think you a jiggy, here ride with the K Wherever you standing, that's right where you lay Y'all n*ggas run yo mouth just like a bunch of b*tches Pussy n*ggas talking just like a bunch of snitches Lord be my witness, I ask for forgiveness But if these pussy n*ggas keep running they mouth, I'ma give them the business Heard you pussy ass n*ggas talking about me when I'm not around Told another n*gga, so he told another n*gga and it got around So I told the other n*gga, go tell the other n*gga, move out of town Cause my dawg playing hard ball with the sawed-off like you outta bounds [Chorus] |