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Who the fuck want war? Fed Ex beef straight to your front door It will be a murder scene I'll turn Pink Friday into Friday the 13th Alright you Little Kim clone clown All this buffoonery, this shit stops now Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the frauds I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage We all know your last name is what got you your job You a put together gimmick, something like a collage Since you puttin on a show, you gon get the applause Clap, clap, lift ya frame like a fucking garage? This hood shit you and Drake ain't built for This the shit this other bitch almost got killed for I still counting what Hardcore generated Bet my shit keeps spinning like its syndicated Corny broad I'll leave you bloody like you menstruated Your hot air ass, should have been deflated This ain't a championship fight I been the greatest See the fact is what you doing... I did it Lames trying to clone my style and run with it Thats cool. I was the first one with it Yous a Lil' Kim wanna be, You just hate to admit it I'm the blueprint, You ain't nothing brand new Check ya posters and videos, You will always be number 2 I seen them come. I seen them go. Still I remain Letras de cancionesSweety you on your 14th minute of fame Im over 10 year strong still running the game Cut the comparison, I'm in the legendary lane Fighting for a spot... Child please I'm solidified With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried Either you high or sippin that shit Wayne on I get top dollar for whatever my name on Go stick your head in a tornado- Brainstorm I drop bombs- Flex, Napalms Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto Giuseppes when I step out, posted up in stilettos Pussy so pink like my kitty sayin hello If I whistle they'll pistol whip you in all 5 boroughs I'm from Brooklyn I be everywhere comfortably Now who pumped you and told you to come romp with me? You the type to run your mouth and then run from me Im poppin off in your hood with no company C'mon, Queens ain't showin you no love I was there the other night poppin bottles with the thugs You like Washington heffa I'm Benji You got a buzz right now, I had a frenzy Oh yeah welcome to the fam Fendi You need to stop, you're not hot you're a burning match That means the end is near soon, copy that? Oh I see they really got you gassed, like Im a thing of the past Betta slow down dummy, you about to crash Stank pussy ho, Im givin you a bath Thermometer in hand and I'm comin for you ass Who you think you gettin passed? I see right through you your whole shit is made of glass [Clip of Nicki Minaj's 'Right Through Me'] I draw back I'm a Brooklyn thorough bitch, rep for my borough bitch Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit I ride out til the wheels fall off And my niggas squeeze til the last shell go off Fuck your whole team all I see is a bunch of wierdos You'sa airhead bitch- scarecrow Ain't nothin old but my money bitch This is grown liquid assets Benjamin's my daddy you Young Money bastards You and Diddy- sorry bunch of swagger jackers I mothered you hoes I should claim you on my income taxes Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great So on my next move I'm yellin' checkmate I smell a massacre I'm Charles Manson, you don't stand a chance with her Jeffrey Dahmer and you lookin like lunch to me Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy Leave your whole head red like Pegg Bundy You're hilarious... thanks for all the laughs You're garbage, so I'm takin out the trash You? Shit on me? C'mon baby girl- Ain't enough ass shots in the world You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new shit But you could never fuck with me So chuck it up deuces All around the world I ball like a ball team I stack chips, call me Miss Rothstein Tricks is for kids silly rabbit you're my offspring Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring From Letras Mania