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Bitch you a clown you belong in the circus Please just stop rapping your music is worthless You tryna flex and act like you up next but your clout is all fake we can tell that its purchased You think that you’re hard but all your shit is trash You rap about trapping and smoking on gas That shits not impressive boy you need some lessons so sit the fuck down lemme take you to class These hoes mad i don’t care You got fake titties and fake hair When i walk in they all stare Cause I’m going dumb like I’m impaired I dont know why they all upset Just get of yo ass and start chasing a check These hoes broke they sell pics of their breasts But they ain't paying taxes call the irs God damn shut the fuck up If you want a verse then bitch you out of luck Your shit is too weak and you can’t even rap So if you want a feature then i need a bag Don’t get me started on all of these phonies Say that were bros when you when you know we ain't homies How you gon shit on me behind me back and then come ask for help when you don’t even know You bitches is clowns I’m smoking my weed by the pound I think that I’m running the town Im blowing up fast You say you got all of this money but it ain't nowhere to be found Boy you such a simp You act like you got all the hoes But no one believes you’re a pimp You just told that hoe that you love her now I’m bout fuck her so hard that she walk with a limp Aus Songtexte Mania