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letra de sosa mode - yung margiela

part i

[freestyle]

part ii

5am and you know i be in the stu
spent too much time on this diss track i wrote this sh-t just for you
all my rhymes they stick they stickin just like they is glue
you actin like you hard -ssociating yourself with the blue
i dripping dripping in my slime goo
dropped this hours after you you have no clue
i’m cheffin cheffin up the tunes
your rhymes is whack as f-ck if you ever had a show you’d get booed

your bars so weak
nice supreme hat sheep
and your chain so cheap
on all this designer you sleep
you bars so weak
you f-cked your cousin, freak
too much ain’t even deep
bout time to take a leap

wait no, not until you hear this shut

part iii

try and diss me for who i am / you can’t get no info / and i got no posts on gram
my track is a slam / you look like you drive a ram / hick -ss cousin f-cker sicko what’s next you go f-ck a lamb

wrote my bars in a night / yeah that is right / i ain’t be sleepin until all my disses is just right
codeine in my cup / and it’s mixed up with the sprite / you lookin like you do meth / and my bars you finna bite
b-tch you look like a dyk- / first part was a sike / boutta pull the trigger i got you in my sights
i ain’t no squirt gun kelly even tho we both is white / this the best diss track ever heard / i think that statement may be right
broke sosa g-y / he only play / your diss track sound like you wrote that sh-t in day
i wrote mine in an hour so get the f-ck out my way / and you said my hair is whack well i spend 40 on clay
i spend 80 in a month / just for my hair / you look like you ain’t take a shower in a f-ckin year
herman miller on my chair / pulled out of the lair / i got so many b-tches and all they do is stare
i buy them expensive bags / tell them to share / you cousin f-cking hick i heard you lookin like a bear
say you gettin p-ssy but you sounding like a queer / so i kindly request that you please stay over there

she’s in love with who i am / yeah that is your b-tch / but i ain’t tryna slam
lookin like her name is sam / yeah i’m saying she a man / i wrote this diss the night yours dropped because i ain’t had no plans

prolly gonna have some soon / go to your fune’ / because my rhymes just murdered / ima k!ller with these tunes
d-mn i’m feeling domed think i’m high on sharpie fumes / prolly gonna go to bed / i ain’t wasting any more time on you
saying that my flow is weak / well now you see / i went sicko mode is you still trying to beef
your jordan’s is creased / and one chain your only piece / after you hear my rhymes you will be f-cking deceased

your b-tch tryna get with me / she ain’t lowkey / she tryna f-ck but i don’t want hiv
i looked and i seen you only dm lil b / i got 14 ig models and they all tryna f-ck me

and ain’t n0body ghostwrite this sh-t

- yung margiela

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