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letra de on the edge (azealia banks diss) - angel haze

[verse 1]
rose up from the bottom of the pump like a fleshligt
and all you weezy b-mb b-tches got your chest tight
weak b-tch you couldn’t beat me with your best might
im burning rubbers on hoes with the condom over least
hold up, i’m busy killing these b-tches if not that,
then im giving them st-tches
i’m burning them down
them i’m cutting these b-tches,
if they talk sh-t then i’m kicking they lips in,
if you talk sh-t then i’m kicking your lips in,
they trippin’ with blunts, they literally spittin’
i’m all in your face: i’ve got something to spit in
hold up, wait
time for recollection
if rap is crucified, b-tch i’m the resurrection
the best kept secret
you is in discretion
i’m here to f-cking teach em’, you the f-cking lesson
you and me a wild fire to a matchstick
i’m a f-cking problem, you don’t wanna add this
hold up
you don’t wanna add this
better yet go run your suns and your bag b-tch

[interlude]
every time i hear that part i’m gonna die of laughter
oh wait, wait, i was the first person to hear “succubi”
oh whatever the f-ck you called that weak -ss diss to jim jones
you know when you had b-tches up in your hood trying find dirt on you?
or like the time you were the studio with missy eliot
and she was scared to be in the studio with you, remember?

[verse 2]
b-tch i’m from the 313
whip the f-ckin’ meat cleaver out like who want beef
what the f-ck you gonna do with this diplo flow?
diss you on own your sh-t
you should dip low ho
i bet you won’t leap
you frog -ss b-tch
p-ssy -ss courage the cowardly dog -ss b-tch
hold up

[interlude]
or like when you were texting me about kreayshawn, remember?
“let’s steal her fans, we’re not really friends with this b-tch”
and i was like “oh ok, we’re all good.”
b-tch, i got ammo on you
b-tch, you don’t want war
but we’re just gonna tell what happened when we were together

[verse 3]
i was in the city,
chillin’ with a b-m b-tch
who was on twitter,
talkin’ like she run sh-t
you was in my text
looking for some pity, b-tch
“i’m at the bar alone
on some s-x in the city sh-t,
my boyfriend left me
my heart finna’ break”
b-tch, you be f-cking n-gg-s on they oxygen tank
sh-t, i be making moves, b-tch
plotting my fate
looking at you wack hoes like who’s spot should i take
wait: rocawear, rainbow
now you’re on your wayne sh-t
rapunzel goin’ be missing like her edges and her bangs is
really, i was hoping you would clap first
but either way i’mma goin’ give you that work
i’m the one everybody say you can’t be
you know it too, cause i’m the only one ain’t tweet
nappy-headed chia pet
ghetto f-cking easter bunny
eat up every track
that’s an oj: munchie

[outro]
i’m like genuinely laughing on this sh-t
that’s why she doesn’t really talk much
cause like i just want you to have the b-lls to respond to me, b-tch
don’t tell me when you’re going to london for a month
don’t say “oh, your so…”
wait, wait, wait, wait, i see you hung out with paul epworth
did he play you the track that i ripped?
did he play your style that i stole, b-tch?
give me the beat
let me work that b-ss
he played that for me, i didn’t like it
b-tch put an alb-m out
i think my alb-m’s more done than yours
and i just started a week ago
you out here sleeping on studio floors
wasting money on digi-videos and photoshop
stop it, b-tch

- angel haze

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