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letra de holy city - lilmoey

[part 1]

[chorus 1]
one, two, three four
wipe your ass all on the floor
five, six, seven, eight
b-tch, i’m in the flow state
nine, ten, eleven, twelve
b-tch ass hoe couldn’t help himself
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
beat yo’ ass like wolverine

[verse 1]
b-tch, i am the greatest, you’d be lucky just to fight back
i’m lilmoey b-tch, you make a diss, i’m gon’ bite back
pre-school rhymes, that’s the sh-t that you hit me with
rhyming “bro” with “low”, just stop talking man, plead the fifth
i don’t care if you drink rosé or smoke your weak ass bud
you’re a tc boy, not a spud
i been through it all, seen the trips and the falls
matthеw blythey man, what a f-cking cornball
what a f-cking cornball
punch him like a ragdoll
oil money makе riyal
stop puffin aerosol
[chorus 2]
one, two, three, go
is that the only word you know?
five, six, seven, wait
can’t do math, how f-cking slow
nine, ten, eleven, elves
short as f-ck, you ain’t gonna grow
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, canteen

[verse 2]
b-tch i am lilmoey, you should’ve known i woulda comeback
after all my verses, you should know you ain’t gon bounce back
heard you wanted more than one person on your sh-t track
imma tell you now, any duo can smoke this pack
i dont need no ai, my lyrics be all me
this just part 1, 2 gon be a k!lling spree
you ain’t got no vocab, must be low on chromies
grow some braincells, youre in apps lil” homie
you’re in apps lil’ homie
you’re f-cking dumb, lil’ homie
you’re a fraud, lil’ homie
quit rapping lil’ phoney

[part 2]

[adlibs]
yuh, yuh, turn my headphone down a lil bit
hol’ on, f-ck you matty b, type sh-t
[verse 3]
i owe you nothing b-tch, you should be glad i replied
been waiting for 3 weeks, like b-tch defend your pride
said you make your beats, like you’re the boy who cried
e’rrbody want a diss back, i supplied
they want dvk, but i’m kdot and you’re just diddy
we not similar, i f-ck hoes and leave ’em giddy
unoriginal, if you gon diss me, don’t be sh-tty
i’m the pope of rapping, call this sh-t holy city
if you want to bring fam into this, then let’s go son
i f-ck your mum, f-ck your aunt, all that sh-t in a threesome
paper bag they ass, i’on see they face when i receive some
i’on pay they ass, they want me they pay the agreed sum
diss my songs, but where yo’ discography
dropped plaques, that sh-t hit flawlessly
when i drop this, the game in favour of me
you’re r-t-rded as f-ck, i swear on that solemnly
fabricate my story, you heard secondary sources
you need to learn to reference, take royall’s courses
i can’t make this up, you need’a find where court is
turn yourself in, that song was horse sh-t
coal the best fuel source, but they just use your lungs
the smoke gettin to yo’ head, like diddy it f-cks the young
waste your health for sh-t that ain’t quality
like godfather og, i’m the strongest honestly
but apologies, if i’m not up to your pace
cause i feel mundane, everytime they say, that blytheys in second place
lil’ sunshine thinks hes better than me, but can’t say it to my face
like kdot, i’ll fly direct, punch you cause that ain’t the case, p-ssy

[part 3]

[adlibs]
b-tch

[verse 4]
i am a menace, i’m causing a scene
the way that i rap, i’m being called lil keem
where are your songs b-tch, theyre unseen
where are your manners, grow up you’re sixteen
i signed up for a diss war, where you been
i am lil moey, you gotta read between
youre a f-cking r-t-rd, b-tch riley keen
like b-tch, like woah
but okay, you wanna play nice now?
forget this diss, i threaten your life now?
is faking your beats the new lie now?
wanna diss troy, don’t p-ssy out now
i hope you know that it’s on sight now
so please b-tch, stay quiet now
i grew up arab b-tch, im rich as f-ck never sell my soul
made 3 songs in one, like holy city is a hat trick goal
lilmoey scared you off, so now you hiding in a foxhole
one more verse, have you saying sorry like you’re j cole

- lilmoey

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