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Rocky Badd
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Aye Rest In Piece to Prodigy man You know I'm a hold the city down though fasho Y'all who the f*ck it is B!! Yeah they ain't gone like this one I mean what the f*ck y'all think was gone happen though Do y'all not know what the f*ck I do This type of shit right here keep me going Bitch, slow down for what Look, who holding my city down, you can't name no one else Post a flier for a show, then I came by myself f*ck niggas thought, I don't hang with the help I ain't ask for this shit, I played the hand I was dealt You said I'm motivation, right? You look goofy as shit Just a cute, broke bum, chain icy and shit Shootin' vids, but where the same clothes twice in them shits But you winning, touching this chicken dog Who writing her shit? I swear they p*ssy and they frauds, I ain't liking this shit I'm big B, yo big homie, I ain't fighting and shit Put this pole down your throat, like I'm piping this bitch When I rhyme, I'm snatching souls, bitches quiet as shit I guess these niggas heard I'm single, okay now they trying to f*ck I make bitches put it up, cause if they don't, they getting touched Not ashamed I'm from the bottom, we ain't really come from much I made bitches leveled up, but make them pick that metal up 'Cause it's the real, B, bitch Who with this rap shit, that's me, bitch I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit [x2] Yo, even when I'm on chill, anywhere I stand out How bitches so tough, whole time, head down? Shouldn't have said my name, I got the upper hand now You was shook when I seen you, I gave you a pass now How the f*ck a bitch gon' mimic, then flex, claim she up next Talk the "shoot em up, bang!" But, ain't did shit yet? Not with nobody, you don't really be on shit You don't slide down no blocks, you don't pop at no bitch It ain't even real beef, y'all just some internet hoes I'm the same one who told you, Joe should buy your ass some clothes When I seen you, I seen hoe, would I f*ck your nigga? No! Lil B, I'm grown as f*ck, my p*ssy fatter than your nose When I seen you was froze You ain't even have a chain on, should've cheesed necked your ass And told you, "quit it with the lame songs!" Bitch, I ain't no bully, these bitches know they can't get to me That bitch no she can't whoop to me, act up and I'm on fully Before you had a name, you was all on my dick Kept posting me and my bitch, I was posing with that stick Then you got some fame, and started copying my shit People think you made a wave, but you just copied off my shit You don't do this rap shit mami, you just wanna following It's facts that I made you, you should've tried modeling These bars light as f*ck, I gotta a lot of shit that's bottled in Talking numbers like you Nicki, but it's only kids that's following When shit get real, y'all make calls and say it's over Been the same bitch, who used to post up on the corner In the club, off patron, probably standing on the sofa, hate for what Lil B? You want a gun, with no diploma You ain't even from the road, better try that shit again And your fans think you got it, why you lie to them again? Wanna keep it strictly music, imma body her again All these fake tough pages, I know it's probably her again Joseph told me, "Rocky, you the coldest in the city!" So why the f*ck you trying to make your artist go against me? You probably write her shit, but them guns, you can't convince me Listen, you are not a shooter, you ain't never load a Semi You ain't got enough muscles for the Draco not to kick back Lil bald head bitch, I know you scared to get your wig snatched Banging on a toddler, lil hoe, I wouldn't have did that You ain't 'bout it if that address ain't exactly where you live at I tried being nice, but imma tear your ass apart On my mama you was scared, and see, I really got a heart I know niggas geeking you, you could've played it smart But now I gotta shether you and really make it hard This rap filled with corny niggas, I ain't gotta lie So when my niggas done rapping, I ain't really got a lot You do it for an image, you ain't really on the block And that shit so disrespectful, bitch I really did a lot You rapping like you 'bout it, when we clearly know you not Lil bitch I hold weight, I swear to Chris you can get dropped Type the bitch to drop a gun, and can't even run up spot She so grown, but when I hoe her, niggas acting like she not 'Cause it's the real, B, bitch Who with this rap shit, me, bitch I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit You ain't jump off the porch, you ain't seen shit
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