Correction Paroles T-Top vs. Coffee par URLtv

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You think I give a f**k what these ladies like about me, n***a!?
You think I give a f**k what these ladies like about me?
Look at my knuckles, n***a...it ain't nothin' ladylike about me
Battle rap...just like Paid In Full modern-day
I guess you ain't gotta be somebody no more
You can get online, lie, and front like somebody you ain't
The doubt, bullsh*t lies
Mothaf**kas tryna smut me since I came
They said I can't see Top angles...so I wrote this from the window on a plane
Every f**kin' interview, every battle, b*t*hes sayin' my name
I drugged these b*t*hes to death, and still let 'em live: that's Narcan
I ain't got no f**kin' family or friends in this, I been betrayed
If you think I give a f**k about JC or a Christian battle rapper
When I'm still seein' the cross in my own people 'til this day?!
I ain't never f**kin' worried about your blessings or your judgements either way
I am a predator: it's in my nature to eat and give God the preys (praise)!
You better watch what you say
I will take your kids and make 'em work today
Drug mules
Yeah, put my powder in your baby diaper and send him through TSA
Then I'mma round-trip that lil' b*t*h through all 52 states!
I don't be wit' online debates, doin' the most for clicks
I gotta play it smart...
They don't know how many charges I be with self-defense
Real 'Dino b*t*h, I'll do him grimy, I'm so easty
Anybody from URL can get it, please believe me
I'll put Cheeko down in his backyard soon as he meet me
Smack bald head, I'll do it greasy
Even my boss could catch a bullet!
I'll do you cold (Cole), Beasley
I got a question for OnlyFans: why they wanna stop Coffee?
Tired of seein' me show my ass?
Well, I'm flat-chested: y'all won't see Top off me
Yes, I left the f**kin' Riot, I'm on my own
Y'all should really expect a b*t*h to be outside 'cause I ain't got a home
I am not Smack
I never asked for y'all business on this phone
I blocked these weirdos
But they give their two cents and sub me on they own
I'll get you gone
'Dino First Lady, I do the most
Get you blown
Face off (faceoff) wit' a MAC (Mack) in here?
Naw, I'mma get some more people first - it's one of those
I came straight from Michigan 'cause he the one I got it in fo'
I'll have your body missin', detectives questionin' your kinfolk
Where'd they find T? MI
Now I'm givin' too much info!
Where do we begin?
Practice makes perfect, I'm prepared to win
Razor - (*swoo*) - I wanna take everything from Top, and start all over again!
Self-made b*t*h!
I hit the road, I ain't reach out my hand
These mothaf**kas talkin' 'bout cancelin' me
I don't give a f**k - I made my name off bein' BANNED!
I took this battle wit' no break, b*t*h, to see you break, b*t*h
Get yo' back broke if I'm on yo' ass, like "Can you take d**k?"
I wanna strip-search your whole crew
I'll be in your pockets tryna scrape sh*t
I'm finna test the Culture...since I got a stick in this b*t*h like a rape kit!
They said, "A queen's job is to serve", but I came to dictate sh*t
I can't fake sh*t
Messy b*t*h, how the f**k you gon' get a run on me? You too lazy
I ain't seen a n***a do this much d**k-suckin' for a spot in battle rap...since Ben Swayze!
I'll put some money on yo' head, send my gravediggers
A lotta guns, we raise triggers
I'll have them puttin' you on a chain, n***a...like slave dealers
I don't f**k wit' nobody!
It ain't that they don't f**k wit' me
Coffee's an acquired taste, messy b*t*hes sip the tea
Gun look like a boiler room, big gauge on the heat
I will bring it to his home!
f**k keepin' it in the streets
Rented an apartment upstairs from my opp', on a 30-day lease
So even when I slept on it...I stayed on top of the beef!
New Twitter!
See clips over those words, a lotta birds: I sent a Fleet!
He unhealthy
Shoulda consulted CDC, prolly
See, 2021, Coff' (cough) evolvin'
Now I'm finna attack the world and T body (antibody)
Fans said they tired of hearin' b*t*hes 'bout sh*t they don't be 'bout
That's some sh*t we can agree 'bout
So I'm finna rap about beatin' b*t*hes up, drugs, guns, punchin', stompin' and weed routes
f**k you...and everybody that believe in you
I will kill your son if he wanna be you
Think LAX
Try some fly sh*t, get dealt a (Delta) bullet
It's goin' through T 1 and stoppin' in T 2!
You think you shies', T (Shiesty)!?
No! You shaped like Pooh!
Cooler kit, for T bones: let's have a barbecue!
I don't want sh*t from you, no d**k from you
Refused gratuity: I don't even want the tip from you!
These b*t*hes are battle rappers, they are not opps

Standup n***as get sat down in recline
So for (sofa) now...get comfortable

I said, free my dog
He wanted to be a trapper so bad
But he had a job in a stock market
He made some good money too, he was just mad that he got bosses
And now he doing work from his cell, he got charges
Crazy how he left his cubicle for a box office
Now Smack asked me, have I f**ked you before
I told em "Nah..." on some player sh*t
He said "You ain't gotta lie to me, shon. Who you playin' with?"
Oh, y'all on y'all interrogation sh*t
'Cause first thing you do is hand me Coffee
Well I still ain't sayin' sh*t
'Cause if that's my shorty, she trappin' for me
If I'm holdin' when the police come, she better snatch it off me and stash this off, B
I ain't trippin', I'm used to hiding my packs in Coffee
You got potential, well let's see if we can reach an alliance
She said I got a couple pounds, baby, we not excited
If she ain't trying to take a trip for them bricks, then (Brixton) she's not invited
I only like traffic in (traffickin') b*t*hes like T.I. and Tiny!
'cause you said
You had to drive through Mexico with the kilo
Unbelievable, but the sh*t was hot
Baby, you know I had to visit docks
That's why you keep asking me to meet my plug, I wish the sh*t would stop
'Cause I bring you to the Cuban, Coffee
But they won't even give me a little shot
And if I bring you, just don't be bullsh*ttin' in them small towns
'Cause 12 gon' take you to jail if they get called out
I don't care if you got two pills on you!
They gon' make you pull your drawers down
Take your ease (E's) away and make you cough (Coff'), Brown!
I kick your door down - BOOM!
You better let a n***a in
Before I break your jaw
b*t*h, you will never talk again
Arm brace, leg brace, you will never walk again
I make Coffee shop for a white cast like a episode of Friends!
Where you been!?
'Cause your last battle was in LA, right
But you didn't show up, no guts
So I beefing with some b*t*hes at the venue, so what?
Grow up
You was thinking they had the .50 and was scared to make your slow bucks (Slowbucks)!
Then you get on Twitter like, "Nah, them b*t*hes was the police
I got the paperwork, facts"
Well, y'all know the fans' next question, "Where the paperwork at?"
You showed us some sh*t that had misspelled words and no dates on it
You ain't even have a number for a court case on it
It was from Windows 96, she really had no shame on it
You even called RX "Jasmine"
b*t*h, you put the wrong NAME on it!
So you making paperwork up on b*t*hes, that's how that go
I feel like that's some police sh*t, but I don't know
What I do know is, I don't hear no more war literature
On how you tore n***as up
'Cause to dodge a ass-whooping, you made fake paperwork and forged signatures
Not one, not two, not three, but four signatures
It was her, the defendant, a witness in court signature
We all sick of ya
And it's your character that got us tight as f**k
It ain't about the fake paperwork, it's how it take a fake b*t*h to go and type it up
Huh?
'cause then she said them b*t*hes got her slipping at the welfare office
Well first thing I wanted to know, b*t*h, was; why was you at the welfare office?
I think that's the story you should tell more often
Was you applying for food stamps so you could sell some off it?
Or trying to get a gynecologist to knock the smell up off ya?
You can tell us, Coffee
'Cause they say soon as you came up out of that building they smooth popped ya
Boom, dropped ya
Sprinkled you on top of the grass, they moon-rocked ya
Woomp-womped ya
Tool socked ya
Booblocka
Y'all was outside and she hit you with a room rocker
b*t*h!
So I don't want to hear how you came up out the mud
Or how you slang a lot of drugs
Your name Coffee, b*t*h
You was supposed to leave a stain around her mug
But you a thug?
Dog, you ain't nothing but a big cup of coffee made with sink water
I wouldn't taste a drink on ya
You got a stink aura
I believe you when you say you the outcast (OutKast), 'cause it be looking like it's stank on ya (Stankonia)
I pull a shank on ya
So don't tell me how you blaze the llama
b*t*h, every other day your name in drama
You're about two weeks from being T-Top' new baby momma
So save your lies, brah
'cause if y'all wanna hear the truth, y'all got it
My BM'll whoop yo' ass if y'all two start fighting
I'm talking uppercuts, left hooks, and two more righties
On God, she'll have Coffee out the window like Bruce Almighty!
Who you gon' call? Champagne?
Well, y'all better have some poles up in the whip
'Cause if y'all jump her, I swear I'm going postal in this b*t*h
Grab a knife, I'm really 'bout to poke her in her sh*t
Go O.J. on Champagne, and make a mimosa out that b*t*h!
And y'all as close as it get
Well, that don't mean sh*t to me
Y'all just two thirsty b*t*hes that's named after drinks
Oh my God, something wrong with me
Tonight I brought it all with me
Y'all thought I was losing, wait (weight)-
Nah, that's the wrong Big T
Concrete

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