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Came With The Frauds (Jonahh Diss)
- Uh, Jonahh a bitch, he came with the frauds
- Yeah, 5 battles blown up, we playin’ like God
- And if he throws a check in, we’ll make him distraught
- Better think twice ‘fore you aim at my squad
- Whole gang got more bodies than a hospital lobby
- 2 Hs, what, are you a Nazi? I’m dropping in with the posse
- Prime prime, homie catch it or get turned to a pack
- And I got a .30, you catching it in your back, boom
- I have a lot of bodies cause I gangbang, and I have a lot of bodies cause I gangbang
- All these oppies dropping, I go bang bang, all these thotties hopping on my wang cane
- Bad bitch wanna throw it back for the crew, we barter booty like trading cards, your ass is the loot
- You don’t own shit, if you packin’ it’s a transaction approved, and we ridin’ like Wu Tang spankin’ a faggot like you
- I told RapBoat to hop out the Lambo and air the whole fuckin’ crib out
- Send the opps to their maker, yo mama’s a caker, she’s petite so if I penetrated I’d probably shake her
- He thinks he’s the gays’ Messiah, I bet they wouldn’t want you
- He knows he’s the dames’ pariah, but I bet they would incumb you
- As one of them since you act like a bitch yuh
- Intercourse not in the motion, yeah, I don’t remember “screaming hatred” at a bottle of lotion
- Ain’t nothin’ magic bout your Johnson, I always send a dime to scorers
- Cause Crispy says I’m a communist, bitch I don’t believe in private quarters
- It might be my timeless aura combined with my tight supporters, reward em
- We tryna form em post mortem like diamond ore, but fuck dyin,’ my time was thwarted
- Cucks cryin,’ I’m dinosaurin,’ you’re tryna roar and you’re stuck in New York with them Times reporters
- We gunnin’ for your caboose, better vamoose cause I’m runnin’ with steel movers
- You’re posted with a 14 year old cowboy fatass and I’m posted with real shooters
- He’s from Tennessee so he fucks his sister and that’s why he’s friends with Corrupt the ripper
- Remember Rape Squad? I do, they deny true shit my eyes viewed
- He’d probably say “B but Gen made a bar about piss to a smart renowed kid, and we’re just mouthin’ off to retarded clown bitches”
- Kalli: “What KeyJ means is we didn’t talk about shit, but even if we say it’s true and not lies
- If the MJ and ‘Naldo rape accusers are right then 2 bang abusers were the most famous humans alive”
- Your WM line was one of the worst bars I’ve ever heard
- Only thing you X’in’s Ls cause I see your belly curves
- Poppin’ out under your shirt, ripplin’, already burst
- Homie yappin’ bout triples cause he always trek for 3rds
- Roll up with the boys, we gon swarm his ass, let him know he’s meant to bottom
- Said you need a psych textbook, but you got plenty of mental problems (damn)
- Where you going? You can’t escape me, I’m outside of your crib, all your friends are shaking
- Mask on, Glock tucked, turn yo ass into a pack, we’re sending these pussies to Hell, they’re wacker
- Then we take over their headquarters and mark it as territory for the X Factor
- The blood is vibrant, get hit in the dome, now you leakin’ like a busted hydrant
- //Outro//
- Ay, Jonahh don’t know
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