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Response Diss Lyrics - Artist : Miss Mulatto
Muthfucka say what!
Latto, let her know (stupid!) You know how these folks talking 'bout they getting money, but ain't getting no money (dummy!) Talking 'bout they booking shows, but ain't booking no shows (dummy!) You wasn't talking 'bout nothing when I touched down in Houston (cause you know better ha, stupid!) First thing first (wassap?) when you grew some balls? Stop playing, you couldn't even pick up the phone when I called What I did in Houston, I dare you to pull that in the South (Southside!) Fifteen with fifteen bodies, my flow nasty like her draws (ugh) Lil' Thot-thot (ugh), how both of your parents in the crack pot? (living) Pipe down, 'cause we both know you ain't what you rap 'bout (you a joke) you a joke Tell your mama come work at my store (I'll give you a job!) Should've never quit her job just to bring an L home I'm too old; well, my little sister fourteen and she on go (I swea' to) I swear to God when we see you, either one of us gone wipe your nose I did a show... in your city (I did), and I left untouched (I did) I'm the princess in the A, and the H; now wassap? You ain't gone buck (not at all), and let's not get on your daddy (no) That man really gay (why?), 'cause your mama a tranny Already peeped, why her voice so deep? I'm a beat this girl to sleep, have her counting white sheep Ooou, she talking hard; that lisp got her tripping (stupid) I'm a put some money on her head like she stripping I know your daddy wrote it, just tell me what he was sniffing (crackhead) I'm a put a dent in her chin like Peter Griffin (stupid) Yeah, she got me bent (she got me bent); talking 'bout that she rich (girl, you's a lie) Girl, they used your Rap Game check to pay the rent ('cause y'all broke) Don't flex: you texted my phone talking 'bout "girl, let's just be friends" Really feel bad for the H, this who y'all let represent By the way, you really soft You cried in the Rap Game house like errday (little crybaby) And no, I didn't sign; I keep everything I make (yes, I do) Tell the truth, let's just be honest They should've let you win that chain (why?) 'Cause I know you tired of asking Johnny Dang to borrow bling This is big ol' facts (big facts) I'm finna call Defax (why?) I would beat you up, but your mama already does that She want beef? It's a plate (yeah) Call me ugly? It's a hate (yeah) And my heart might pump Kool-Aid (yeah) 'cause sweet girls like you get ate You only get booked (uh-huh) when promoters can't afford me Run this girl up out her city like I did extortion (I did) Stomp her out and put her on a shoe like she Jordan I just killed this, baby, like she did her abortion (that's tea) Ooou, no you didn't, yeah Y'all know who I be Folks get hard on Twitter, but can't pick up the phone Really run my city (forreal) The real Princess That way You really look up to me though Tell the truth, yeah I could be your mama, little girl, stop playing with me I ain't even finna call my daddy on your daddy (for what?) I can pay him myself And I run the A, all the way to the H (and your mama can get it too) And I run the A, all the way to the H (your little sister, your little brother) Goofy! Put a cape on 'em, bet they be Supa Mad |
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