Ima Clap Back
Yeah
FUcK this Faggot!
clap back im gonna clap back im gonna clap back ima gonna clap back IMA BREAK YA HEART NIGGA
YEah nigga im sicka then u, how can i make u agree, even afta a stroke u aint sicka then me, i get tired of ya shit u cant knock ma hustle, call me jenna jameson the way mah ryhems gone bust u, nigga u dont gotta be smart to spit a ryhme, but to battle me nigga u gotta be einstein, IN dis game they call me the boss, why u thinkin u hard the way u rock ice from ROSS, Payless shoes and up ya ass is a pole, my ryhmes like ya cheap sneakers the way they gone lift ya soul, u think u hot u aint neva gettin betta, nigga think i wont leave a hole in his heart like hes wearing a GAP sweater, My ryhmes rock ya face, they rock ya dome and when u get married nigga ill rock ya home, ya baby mama gone leave u in a hot minute, My Flows like ya ROSS jeans the way they stay rippin, how u expect to rip with the shit u spit son, only nasty shit that come out ya mouth is that dick u suckin, Ill leave shells in ya stomach like u part italian, ur girls mouth around mah dick is the only thing u got wRAPPIN, She stay wrapped around mah shit like a rubber, damn man why u so cold faced when its still the summer... HOLLA..
COme at me again nigga
FUcK this Faggot!
clap back im gonna clap back im gonna clap back ima gonna clap back IMA BREAK YA HEART NIGGA
YEah nigga im sicka then u, how can i make u agree, even afta a stroke u aint sicka then me, i get tired of ya shit u cant knock ma hustle, call me jenna jameson the way mah ryhems gone bust u, nigga u dont gotta be smart to spit a ryhme, but to battle me nigga u gotta be einstein, IN dis game they call me the boss, why u thinkin u hard the way u rock ice from ROSS, Payless shoes and up ya ass is a pole, my ryhmes like ya cheap sneakers the way they gone lift ya soul, u think u hot u aint neva gettin betta, nigga think i wont leave a hole in his heart like hes wearing a GAP sweater, My ryhmes rock ya face, they rock ya dome and when u get married nigga ill rock ya home, ya baby mama gone leave u in a hot minute, My Flows like ya ROSS jeans the way they stay rippin, how u expect to rip with the shit u spit son, only nasty shit that come out ya mouth is that dick u suckin, Ill leave shells in ya stomach like u part italian, ur girls mouth around mah dick is the only thing u got wRAPPIN, She stay wrapped around mah shit like a rubber, damn man why u so cold faced when its still the summer... HOLLA..
COme at me again nigga