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white rabbit - belift (usa) lyrics

[intro]
y’all b*tches and dudes keep f*cking with me
grown as f*ck, still playing a failing rap career
i don’t know when y’all gon’ stop, like
i told y’all leave me alone, but y’all still gossiped in them group chats
and i don’t even think about y’all on the regular, but now?
now i ain’t taking off my foot until 2031, listen

[verse]
motherf*ck a ho b*tch, and tell them i said it
sh*t be getting spicy, but it ain’t no relish
b*tches be white as f*ck, looking like my queso fresco
and you still think we compare? just a twink ass mamahuevo
b*tches be chopped as f*ck, you only got one good angle
can’t even make good albums, better off dropping singles
like how your father a vet, and you can’t handle some shots?
slap ya ass with gunpowder, light this b*tch up, you better stop (betta stop!)
i’m heavy respected, you don’t want this smoke, bong
they gon’ freeze when i go and ask “name a lil tat song” (who?)
dissing a producer but used to self*produce, now how that work?
you lost some weight, but still a big chop b*tch, ho please you can never serve
got 52k, but forgot to bot your new sh*t?
1x took our place? but your producer still submitting b*tch
making slideshows for your schools, full of fraudulence
ponk ass b*tch, 20, living in yo’ mother’s crib
criticizing and victimizing, while doing the same sh*t
you’re a grown man, being p*ssy but you ain’t got a cl*t
still playing with them graves, purgatory
but at least you visit your career, cemetery
keep playing with me, i’m gon’ make a hotter kettle
you won’t make it, but i’ll give you a partic*p*ted medal
and now y’all wanna be britney’s tryna start with me
keep that sh*t in nebula, b*tch we don’t got no beef
okay, now let’s talk about this gassed producer dude who thinks that he’s the sh*t
but you and that white man be buying them spoti cl!cks
you like to work with groomers just so you can get a hit?
siding with dahila already made you a b*tch
you got your own label fined, now tell me how that work?
there’s no star party, your music flopped and it got to hurt
admitted i was on your label’s moodboard, d*mn, f*cking creep
spilling all their tea on discord, shall i proceed?
working with mary grace to get fans on his media
give rilta a hit, he’ll excuse pedophila (ew!)
keep playing with them fidgets, big nose b*tch
pull up to yo city, and leave y’all tied in a ditch
petty, latina, and redskin, something you’ll never be
i hold my own weight, i don’t beg and cry for some feats (ho)

- belift usa lyrics

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