Nicki Minaj Revenge, um, you know, she just really jumped out the and you gotta be careful you pick fights and that's what learned in this business you never know...
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Who the want war FedEx beef straight to your front It'll be a murder I'm turning Friday to Friday the 13th Aight you Lil Kim clown all this buffoonery, the shit now for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud I put on this bitch like a spa massage we all know your last is what got you a job you use to put together gimmicks like a collage since you putting on a show, you gon' get the clap clap, lift frame like a f-cking garage, yeah hood sh-t you and Drake ain't built for this the the other bitch almost got killed for I'm still counting what hardcore bet my sh-t keeps spinning like it's corny broad leave pyou bloody like you menstruated your hot air ass bitch should have been this aint a championship fight I've been the see the is, what you doing I did it trying to clone my style, run with it thats cool, I was the one with it you deluded kim wannabe you just hate to it I'm the Blueprint you nothing brand new check ya posters and videos, you'll be number 2 I 'em come, I seen 'em go, still I remain sweety, you going on your 14th minute of I'm over 10 years strong running the game cut the comparisons, I'm in the lane for ya spot, y'all please, I'm solidified with my tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried either you high, or sipping that Wayne on I get top dollar for whatever my on go your head in a tornado, brainstorm I bombs, FLex, Napalm black and yellow, will pull up in your when I step out, posted up in stilettos p-ssy so pink like my kitty hello if I whistle, pistol whip you in all five borough's I'm in Brooklyn, be everywhere comfortably now who pumped you and told you to come romp me you the type to run mouth and then run from me I'm poppin' off in your hood no company come on, aint showing you no love I was there the other poppin' bottles with the thugs you Washington Heffa I'm Benjy. You got a buzz now, an' I had a frenzy oh yeah, to the fam', Fendi you need to stop, you're not hot, you're a match that means the end is near soon, that oh I see, they really got you like I'mma think of the slow down dummy, you bout to crash stink hoe, I'm giving you a bath thermometer in hand and I'm for your ass who you think you getting I see right through you, you're whole sh-t is made of
[Nicki You see through me How do you do sh...
[Lil I draw back, I'm a thorough bred bitch rep for my borough never been the type to beef and try to settle sh-t I ride out till the fall off and my n-ggas squeeze til the shell go off f-ck ya whole team, all I see is a bunch of you's a airhead bitch, haha, aint nothing old but my money hahaha, this is grown assests Benjamin's my you Young Money bastards you and Diddy, bunch of swagger jackers I you hoes, I should claim you on my income taxes Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great so on my next move, I'm yelling
I a massacre Charles Manson you don't stand a with her Jeffrey Dahmer you looking lunch to me I'm bout to kill all you like Ted Bundy leave yourn whole red like Peg Bundy you're hilarious, for all the laughs you're garbage so I'm out the trash you on me, come on baby girl ain't enough ass in the World you're a nuisance, probably steal my new sh-t but you never f-ck with me so chuck it up, Deuces all around the World I like a ball team I stack chips, call me Rosteam is for kids, silly rabbit, your my offspring Kim more than a Lebron ring....