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letra de control (kendrick lamar diss) - rap mafia

talking ’bout you popping tags, n-gga you ain’t bought sh-t
talking bout a hunned bottles, n-gga you ain’t popped sh-t
all you talk nana clips, n-gga you ain’t shot sh-t
spending money on these hoes, n-gga you ain’t f-ck sh-t

took n-ggas out the hood like i’m from there
so you know it’s all good when i come there
i hear you talk about your city like you run that
and i brought my tour to your city, you my son there n-gga
but i had to come through for the remix
on my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks sh-t
and if a n-gga say my name, he the hot sh-t
but if i say the n-gga name, he still the hot sh-t
f-cked up, lucky i don’t feed into the gossip
n-ggas act like they don’t know, but they should know
yeah, i just think it’s funny how they dangling the bait
but i’m the one that’s k!lling n-ggas on the hooks though
and n-ggas ain’t got a grill, still ice grill hating
i know y’all already know mike will made it
just looking at the numbers, n-gga, i feel amazing
i call michael jordan up and mike will make it
i’m the young rap n-gga with the ‘melo deal
you need to come to ovo for a better deal
just know a million ain’t sh-t once you get a mill
and n-ggas say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel
n-gga nah, f-ck that, this year i’m talking big stuff
rolling through the city like a young n-gga bricked up
f-ck n-ggas gon’ be f-ck n-ggas
that’s why we never give a f-ck when a f-ck n-gga switched up

if money talk then your pockets ain’t saying sh-t
i’m in the bathroom getting head from your b-tch
and i ain’t paying her sh-t
you want beef? you don’t know who you playing with
i tell my pilot to land the jet
i’m hopping off, get ’em, we popping off
give a cl1ck and you n-ggas dead where you standing at
i’m just a trippy n-gga smoking on cabbage
your money funny like jim carrey
i got b-tches that’s super bad like halle
and we still keeping that white like barry
i’m a rich n-gga, still keep a pistol with me
n-gga you ain’t f-ckin’ with a picture of me
i got all this cake and shooters with me
just in case you p-ssy n-ggas try to get you a piece
what it is, my n-gga? what it’s hittin’ for?
where the car you were whippin’ in the video?
where is the ice at? where is them pretty hoes?
you a fraud, real n-ggas already know
broke -ss n-ggas i can’t stand them
i hit ’em with the cannon
i buying out the mall at random
juicy j that n-gga is fresh to death
smoke till there is nothing left
bail off and then i’m ghost in my phantom

- rap mafia

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