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lirik lagu fcmoney- oouuu (lil rod diss) – fcmoney

[intro: fcmoney]
b-tch -ss n-gg-, n-gg- who the f-ck you think you talking too
talking about you gonna end my career b-tch you made 2 diss tracks that was wack -ss h-ll n-gg- and you think you gonna end my career with that wack -ss sh-t i only need one to end your motherf-cking career rodrick, you suck -ss n-gg- i’m bout’ to fire your -ss up b-tch -ss n-gg-.. a hoe -ss n-gg- fool, i’m on your -ss n-gg-, lets go

[verse 1]
lil b-tch wanna start beef , i gotta smack em down
rodrick made a track, now it’s the second round
trying to beef with me knowing that you,s a clown
getting mad? b-tch we can fight right now
swing a punch,bang,bang knock your -ss out
embarr-ss you so hard, you join a girl scout
you is 6’3′ but built like a f-cking mouse
everyone did rodrick win? (hah!) n-gg- hands down

[break: fcmoney]
yeah n-gg-
talking about me b-tch, you talking about me not having no life b-tch you is 6’3′ n-gg- you suppose to be on jv not b-team sorry -ss n-gg- i’m on your sh-t, i’m on u
yeah

[verse 2]
f-ggot f-ggot f-ggot b-tch you is g-y
stop acting like your’e rich b-tch you is not bill gates
coming with them shoes b-tch all them hoes are fake
try to ball out at jt b-tch you’s a disgrace
n-gg- you’s a b-tch with wax in your ears
try to f-ck with fred ill have your -ss in tears
spitting bars, making raps, end your f-cking career
you haven’t improved on anything in the last 2 years
n-gg-, thinking he clean with them dirty -ss jeans
during the summer this n-gg- look like a cooked up bean
with no power!
hey rodrick please go take a motherf-cking shower
i got this n-gg- bodied, all his rhymes are sloppy

[break: fcmoney]
yeah!
oouuu, oouuu
man you’s a b-tch
your’e sh-t compared to kd
your sh-t compared to brandon
your’e definitely sh-t compared to me
-ss n-gg-, shout out to my boy kd
making money in this

[verse 3]
i’m just a manager making moves
just trying to play for the school
i’m getting sick of them fools
thinking they can hoop
try to play me 1 on 1, but they get they -ss whooped
the only time y’all n-gg-s ever beat me if y’all shoot
i’m just trying to play for john tyler (you dig?)
you will never beat me in your life (you dig?)
you gon’ be a stripper or a hooker (you dig?)
rodrick getting murdered and all that gig as it ends
rodrick a b-tch and prolly gon’ snitch
n-gg- built like a witch, while looking like st-tch
n-gg- steal like the grinch, need to fall into a ditch
your mom knows your a b-tch, she need to go get that switch
kd beat you, tobias owned you, street crossed you and
brad dropped you, you’s a wh-r- go find a pimp to c-m to
if you hate me my n-gg-? then f-ck you!
aye yo rodrick don’t try to test
wearing them rags with that busted vest sleeve
your pimp name is pimp c
stop trying to sing you will never be breezy
you got no swag, you wear fake polo
n-gg- you a crackhead, you live in the bando
taking selfies with them ugly -ss photos
look at them dusty -ss tim’s they got creased in the rodeo
you be with them h-m- n-gg-s i’m never with h-m- n-gg-s
talking sh-t in the cl-ssroom making wack -ss videos n-gg-
crackhead to player, player to crackhead you h-rny n-gg-
a b-tch!

[break: fcmoney]
shout out to my boy brad, starting on varsity playing against mesquite today. shout out to everybody at jt except for that b-tch -ss n-gg- rodrick he a hoe -ss n-gg-, n-gg-
still on your sh-t, lets go! uh

[verse 4]
you’s a b-tch, a p-ssy and a rat n-gg-
that’s why everybody on the team talk behind your back n-gg-
try to play basketball, stick to track n-gg-
talking all that sh-t, you bout to get smacked n-gg-
rodrick a b-m, that n-gg- p-sses gases
every-time he bout’ to rap he just go past us
you getting mad b-tch? we can throw some axes
the only time he wear good clothes if he get his taxes
catch you in the cl-ssroom, we can start some action
we can come to the streetz and also start rapping
enough with all that choking before i start slapping
think you can beat me? b-tch what’s cracking?
this n-gg- think i’m weak but take l’s like meek
you bout to have 2 black-eyes, so get ready to cry
son you like madonna, n-gg- you ain’t obama
treat you like dre , suge on a monday, p-ssy
don’t ever try me or i guarantee
your dumb sorry -ss go straight to your knee’s
beat you up, knock you out, make you run and flee
you’s a p-ssy i have you hanging on a tree
it’s the fre right to the d putting rodrick to sleep
try to rap like me, b-tch you’s a wannabe
it don’t matter by the strength or it don’t matter by the height
cause you’s a p-ssy -ss n-gg-, and you don’t want to fight
all you do is talk sh-t but all bark but no bite
you’s a dark -ss n-gg-, b-tch with no life
i’m done with this diss track, so f-ck you and good night

- fcmoney

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