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lilmoey - holy city lyrics

[part 1]

[chorus 1]
one, two, three four
wipe your ass all on the floor
five, six, seven, eight
b_tch, i’m in the flow state
nine, ten, eleven, twelve
b_tch ass hoe couldn’t help himself
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
beat yo’ ass like wolverine

[verse 1]
b_tch, i am the greatest, you’d be lucky just to fight back
i’m lilmoey b_tch, you make a diss, i’m gon’ bite back
pre_school rhymes, that’s the sh_t that you hit me with
rhyming “bro” with “low”, just stop talking man, plead the fifth
i don’t care if you drink rosé or smoke your weak ass bud
you’re a tc boy, not a spud
i been through it all, seen the trips and the falls
matthеw blythey man, what a f_cking cornball
what a f_cking cornball
punch him like a ragdoll
oil money makе riyal
stop puffin aerosol
[chorus 2]
one, two, three, go
is that the only word you know?
five, six, seven, wait
can’t do math, how f_cking slow
nine, ten, eleven, elves
short as f_ck, you ain’t gonna grow
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, canteen

[verse 2]
b_tch i am lilmoey, you should’ve known i woulda comeback
after all my verses, you should know you ain’t gon bounce back
heard you wanted more than one person on your sh_t track
imma tell you now, any duo can smoke this pack
i dont need no ai, my lyrics be all me
this just part 1, 2 gon be a k!lling spree
you ain’t got no vocab, must be low on chromies
grow some braincells, youre in apps lil” homie
you’re in apps lil’ homie
you’re f_cking dumb, lil’ homie
you’re a fraud, lil’ homie
quit rapping lil’ phoney

[part 2]

[adlibs]
yuh, yuh, turn my headphone down a lil bit
hol’ on, f_ck you matty b, type sh_t
[verse 3]
i owe you nothing b_tch, you should be glad i replied
been waiting for 3 weeks, like b_tch defend your pride
said you make your beats, like you’re the boy who cried
e’rrbody want a diss back, i supplied
they want dvk, but i’m kdot and you’re just diddy
we not similar, i f_ck hoes and leave ’em giddy
unoriginal, if you gon diss me, don’t be sh_tty
i’m the pope of rapping, call this sh_t holy city
if you want to bring fam into this, then let’s go son
i f_ck your mum, f_ck your aunt, all that sh_t in a threesome
paper bag they ass, i’on see they face when i receive some
i’on pay they ass, they want me they pay the agreed sum
diss my songs, but where yo’ discography
dropped plaques, that sh_t hit flawlessly
when i drop this, the game in favour of me
you’re r_t_rded as f_ck, i swear on that solemnly
fabricate my story, you heard secondary sources
you need to learn to reference, take royall’s courses
i can’t make this up, you need’a find where court is
turn yourself in, that song was horse sh_t
coal the best fuel source, but they just use your lungs
the smoke gettin to yo’ head, like diddy it f_cks the young
waste your health for sh_t that ain’t quality
like godfather og, i’m the strongest honestly
but apologies, if i’m not up to your pace
cause i feel mundane, everytime they say, that blytheys in second place
lil’ sunshine thinks hes better than me, but can’t say it to my face
like kdot, i’ll fly direct, punch you cause that ain’t the case, p_ssy

[part 3]

[adlibs]
b_tch

[verse 4]
i am a menace, i’m causing a scene
the way that i rap, i’m being called lil keem
where are your songs b_tch, theyre unseen
where are your manners, grow up you’re sixteen
i signed up for a diss war, where you been
i am lil moey, you gotta read between
youre a f_cking r_t_rd, b_tch riley keen
like b_tch, like woah
but okay, you wanna play nice now?
forget this diss, i threaten your life now?
is faking your beats the new lie now?
wanna diss troy, don’t p_ssy out now
i hope you know that it’s on sight now
so please b_tch, stay quiet now
i grew up arab b_tch, im rich as f_ck never sell my soul
made 3 songs in one, like holy city is a hat trick goal
lilmoey scared you off, so now you hiding in a foxhole
one more verse, have you saying sorry like you’re j cole

- lilmoey lyrics

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