lirik lagu fuck dat weak shit (chicago, james, and jason diss) – $irbrrban jay
f*ck dat weak sh*t (chicago, james, and jason diss) lyrics
[chorus]
f*ck that weak sh*t, i ain’t running
hop out the back with the tool in my stomach
i don’t hit b*tches, what i look like runnin’
fight with no crew little n*gga, lets run it (run it)
pulled on my hair b*tch you can’t
don’t do no talkin’, i ain’t with the games
yo homies was losin’, you jumped in yo lane
was burnin’ that n*gga, put him in the flames
[verse 1]
f*ck wit security, hoe im droppin’
got two b*tch, my hand start slidin’
shoulda sat down, that pug kept bitin’
they suckin’ each other sharin’ top like it icing
n*ggas know they cannot fight one on one
even on the ground, still kickin’ and done
honey bun sweet pics, and they thought that i was g*y
i really got them hands, make ‘em dance, you thought i was bait
dummy
look what happens when you run into the wrong one
after i got up, i ran around too religious , so i bеat ‘em up like a d*mn nun
still got my hits, home run
what crack did you gеt? not none
i really impress lil n*gga, im chillin’, i know im the sh*t
you mad cuz i know i am it
went back to the gang, you know im legit
when it comes to the action, you know imma hit
pullin’ hair only wait on her to slip
believe me, if i hit her, you’d know she was hit
go so hard that just [?] get, that i beat that b*tch
face call still ain’t declinin’
after the fights i ain’t fine dinin’
walked out of school, dropped, the admins start whinin’
when my bros came, them n*ggas was runnin’
come on lil n*gga, lets meet up
fight one on one and we could do that jumpin’ for real
p*ssy, i know you ain’t like that
insta sirbrrban.jay, bet i will write back
stop wit the cap, you get tucked in a night sack
n*gga got jumped, got up then i went right back
don’t fight for the hype, that’s euphoria sh*t
hbo cuz i can bust out the clip
thinks im [?] the opposite
was in the gulag, now im out that b*tch
[chorus]
f*ck that weak sh*t i ain’t runnin’
hop out the back with the tool in my stomach
i don’t hit b*tches, what i look like runnin’
fight with no crew little n*gga, lets run it (run it)
pulled on my hair b*tch you can’t
don’t do no talkin’, i ain’t with the games
yo homies was losin’, you jumped in yo lane
was burnin’ that n*gga, put him in the flames
[outro]
(you thought you did somethin’ but all you did is make me a motherf*ckin’ bag)
(back on that rap sh*t)
p*ssy
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