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emily's ears - real receipts كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(phone ringing)
girl, you seen that weak ass diss?
yes b_tch, that sh_t was funny
bro, we need to eat this sh_t up for real
like, deadass
come to the studio like right now
im finna pull up
ight bet

[chorus: emily ears]
b_tch, i got the real receipts
how yall even got receipts? (the f_ck)
yall hoes ain’t had to pay for nothing
yall hoes deadbeat (period)
should’ve never played wit’ me
turn this sh_t to deadbeat
both yall b_tches sweet
yall can’t even f_ck wit’ me

[verse 1: emily ears]
cuz last time i checked, i’m who yall hoes tryna be (ok)
i’ve been holdin back my tongue
do this fightin’ sh_t for real
do the instagram for fun
pop a b_tch without a gun
fly to la, get my one
man, these b_tches ain’t on nun
gotta whoop these lil hoes
these weak b_tches my sons
drag yo damaged hair up in a bun
see that b_tch, you better run
after this you know i won
shouldn’t have made that weak ass diss
armed [?]
now yall missed, cuz yall ain’t talkin’ bout sh_t
i been tryna stay out the way
don’t like to be in drama
you get off them apex, then you fat just like yo mama (haha)
yall hoes broke, live off of labels
still ain’t see a dollar
everyday yall tryna grow
b_tch, yall steaded gettin’ smaller

troy had you on yo knees [?] bleed just tryna swallow
i got the whole world against me, and i’m still harder
girl, get your sorry ass on, you and your ghost writer
and tell that stick to hit me up, she know im tryna fight her
roll yo ass up in this paint, now im just tryna light her

[chorus: emily ears]
b_tch, i got the real receipts
how yall even got receipts?
yall hoes ain’t had to pay for nothing
yall hoes deadbeat
should’ve never played wit’ me
turn this sh_t to deadbeat
both yall b_tches sweet
yall can’t even f_ck wit’ me

[verse 2: emily ears]
play wit’ yo p_ssy up on only fans
b_tch, dont play wit’ me
i got the n_ggas that get fed time
them n_ggas stay wit’ me
this ain’t a diss, this real life for hoes that hate on me
and nun little except you hoes, b_tch im big e
how you tryna come for me?
when yall sell p_ssy for the free
all you wanna do is cry, so go and cry yourself to sleep
with your low selfless steam
go smash a n_gga for a drink
b_tch, i got the real receipts
all the cars they be leased
im a gremlin, ate that p_ssy, even though that p_ssy stink
b_tch, you a stick, blow yo ass just like a leaf
you a grown ass lady, knock them braces out yo t__th
yall still ain’t gettin active, b_tch yall claimin’ that its beef
yall hands out yall tryna reach, both yall p_ssy for the streets
ocean wide like the sea, only real reason why that song did good was cuz of me

cuz yall other sh_t ain’t poppin’, talkin’ 30k a week
had to do alot of suckin’ for that bmb chain
my brother did alot of husslin’ for that rbt chain
you can diamond test it now, that sh_t gon buss out the frame
we got this sh_t out the mud, why yall throw dirt on our name
both yall hoes can’t even rap, yall need to stay in yall lane
i feel no type of pain, treat my n_ggas all the same
i dont got no type of mane

p_ssy long like a train, matter fact, you ran through like a train
we gon break and send you back, then we gon’ hop up on our plane
yall dont got my type of brain, i can diss yall all day
still ain’t say no type of name, i dont f_ck wit’ n0body
everybody like the chain, debo been tryna f_ck i put that on the gang

[chorus]
b_tch, i got the real receipts
how yall even got receipts?
yall hoes ain’t had to pay for nothing
yall hoes deadbeat
should’ve never played wit’ me
turn this sh_t to deadbeat
both yall b_tches sweet
yall can’t even f_ck wit’ me
[verse 3: jayde]
rule number 1, dont beef wit’ b_tches that can really rap
rule number 2, dont friend a friend, that f_ck yo n_gga behind yo back
everytime yall see my face, make these lil b_tches mad
me and e was lookin’ at yo diss, that sh_t had made us laugh
i would go and f_ck your new mane, but that d_ck look like its trash

now im boutta answer question that yall always like to ask
how four_eyed jayde pull the first n_gga you had
how she talkin all this sh_t, when knowin boutta beat my ass
troy told me that you couldn’t last
weak ass hoe you really sad
yalls for real? wait try again
call me misses steal yo mane, call me misses steal yo friend
you need a burger call ms. kim

they call me ice spice look_alike
im bad and im slim
she been stress eatin’ dont make a diss, b_tch go hit the gym
big b’s up on my face, i can’t see you dirty hoes
so b_tch get out my way, 500 just a waste
ain’t no comin back from this, since these b_tches wanna play

- emilys ears

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