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This Is Ya King? (Tory Lanez Diss Pt. 2) Lyrics - Artist : Don Q
I don't wanna be your friend after this
So I'ma get this out real early Suck my dick! I seen this shit comin' in plain sight We waitin' at stage bright I had two rounds the same night Just hold the short jokes, we the same height We'll recover his body and never be discovered but his remains might It's feelin' like I'm pickin' on nerds (Pickin' on nerds) This a miniature purge, from top five to the injured reserve I stomped his head 'til it's a chip in the curb, but stampede Oh you bots bet these bullets faster than your hand speed? Cruisin' in the Van deep Spot him on his rap tour in Toronto And who go back up the guard like VanVleet? You really let the fame go to your head (For real) Hope you know what you said (What?) I want to throw this nigga over the ledge Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense, he don't know that he dead Can let him find out for himself or I could show him instead (I could show him) And I can see your scare tactics (Tactics) You was where trappin' You was homeless sleepin' on your homie's air mattress Every artist that's in the game know you a actual lame You was a bum askin' for change and that's factual Lanez I heard you bought a new hairline 'cause it don't grow no more Fordham Road you was gettin' jewelry off the clothing store It took you long enough, I was startin' to get impatient (Impatient) I sent the message to you, I'm hopin' your fans relay it Oh, you Terrance and Phillip? This Canadian Anime Niggas scared and they bishop say your name when the camera playin' Ain't no fuckin' R |
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