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vicky w/da blicky & cxtxlyst - full plate كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: cxtxlyst]

ok listen ‘starving artist’
your voice sounds like a martian
dont you dare text my boy and lie to him, cuz lets be honest
his music makes more sense than your mumbling, sounds electronic
youre pumping yeat’s music at the speedy sounds of sonic
smoking that sh_tty music chronic, so feast upon it
you not saying sh_t, look like you took ai and cropped it
generic rapper lyrics flowing quicker than a faucet
but we not worth your time so then we go ahead and dropped it
this diss track, go ahead and say that “this sh_ts wack and its trash” but vic taking your f_ckin b_tch back, that b_tch lack the self respect to give you a b_tch slap, and that b_tch crossed the line when shе be hittin up vicky
she saying all this sh_t talkin like “hеy bro, did you miss me? wanna come back to my crib so that way we can get sticky?” and you know he wanted you, he’ll be there l!ckity splitty
but joe, bro, youll starve and never eat till your 50
i bring my dark rhymes into the studio, with a moody flow
silly with these syllables, only talk bout her booty, bro
everyone that looks at you talkin sh_t you a stupid ho
cracker saying racist sh_t like call of duty bros
all you say bout your girl as that yall dirty, then f_ck
at least vicky got the heart to tell her you suck
manipulator to the max, you ugly, b_tch, shave your stash
vicky f_cking your b_tch and now you are the cuck
oh please, you really only cared about s_x
but she deserves better, wanna go on dates without stress
because she knew her heart was vicky’s, this was her final test
if she could keep away from you, shed start living her best
she seems like a good person, but she under your arrest
she would be with vic in seconds with a super simple text
like joe you f_ckin weak, and you have no amigos
please quit music, your career is finito
youre finito, i stomp and bring the beat, bro
somebodys gotta teach you a lesson, so take a seat ho
im o not feeling his vibe, so joe, youre not part of my ethos
when im hearing yo cries, i feel pity and f_ckin weep, ill bust a u inside my jeep and b_tch you drive your moms pacifica
pay her f_ckin rent but got a cerfew at 12, little bruh
how you got money, no job, no paychecks that you pickin up
i already took a slice from your life, and thats a deeper cut
if youre dahmer, im your father just so i can beat you up
cut off all your limbs and drink the blood, i can eat you up
[verse 2: vicky w/da bl!cky]

um chris? you think i could get a feature on my own f_cking song!! instead of taking two f_cking godd_mn_

i told you, time limit of 5 minutes to come spitting back with disses
i called your fine b_tches, 9 digits, she told me you was missin
i guess sryboy was way to hungry to come back the wicked
so the wizzard must spit the blizzard, so cold that you is twitchin
i blew (blue) so much red i’ll make a blood start cripping
coming back with chris for a second diss, now you cripplin
dr. vicky thinks you dead but need a second o_(erra_erra)_pinion
most of this was off the top, but you spinning
for a boy acting c_cky
having your girl block me
let’s meet the world i live in: your b_tch give me sloppy
vicky on your girls tryna shoot his shot, to k!ll a p_ssy
but boy is fingerl!cking, he clearly smelling fish an’ chips and sensing chicken
i wrote this verse while at work
i don’t think of you when there’s no pay
i’ll treat you worse
pray to god it’s not a sunday (sundae)
grab the chocolate glock and c_ck it
vanilla boy he wanna go and stop it
strawberry sauce and sprinkles all to top it
srygod tried to cross it look where he stand today
from where he standing
he acting so demanding
he’s grabbing at nothing give him a handy
your life a mistake
your girl should prolly get some plan b
can’t stand me
just an emimen looking stan want some candy
acting like you chill inside your coffin, when you laid back
capping writing k!lls, like you moronic when you say that
you a loser rapper, looking after falling matter
gravitate to late mass
confess your sins to your god, cause mine says “don’t you take that!”
you reading misleading comments
“yo joe yo flow is so bubonic”
(yo vicky blow his ass up)
i’ll show him what’s atomic
you is failing and falling a current starving artist bombing
sorry mister manuel i’ll change the topic
a steak fajita (fwehh)
a quesadilla (fwehh)
you make the meat (meet) up (fwehh)
of when id feed ya (fwehh)
all of the texts (woahhh) about the head
a calendar reminder of us in my bed
ask her about it when you see her next
“did you and vicky w/da bl!cky really have_
oh yea
i’m off the blade
then off your head
i go ahead to come on back
you playing dead
the son of sun tzu
he’ll show the bums too
his discipline “you hit him vic!” and ill make him run to
his own mummas coup
but still i’ll come through
to your girl and proceed to cum and bust too
the kid of madlib
he quick when he think
chris when he’s p_ssed, and vic with the bl!ck
oh sh_t he missed it and got it twisted
joe can’t back out offa this diss, his chick wit this d_ck

[verse 3: vicky w/da bl!cky and cxtxlyst]

(vicky)
she hopping off your d_ck and b_tch she’s hopping on mine
mr.sryboy depressed like it was 1929
dame a dozen, d_cked down it only cost a dime to f_ck it
releasing all my s_m_n like its steve with water buckets

(cxtxlyst)
and you ain’t release your music, you a p_ssy looking clown
i barely ever met you and i already stole your crown
you lookin h_lla fried cause thats the way you simmer down
and when i cook you in the kitchen, b_tch ill start the fire now

(vicky)
billy joel ain’t the arsonist b_tch
stealing some of sh_t surpassing rolling a spliff
i tried to advise your b_tch, couldn’t handle the tip
i liked your girl at first but she always blowing to my candle lit

(cxtxlyst)
yuh, she blowin on my candle d_ck
stream and hit you with random clips
tv producers, air this sh_t
standin still like a mannequin
im on a different planet, its cannon to my abandonment, feelin like youre stranded, barely landing on two feet standing
(vicky)
vicky losing intrest, just booze and guiness
the audience wanna go and listen, to kittens hittin
you kidding vic you k!lling your own villain
the cops dont even care they just sending me billings for blood spillings

(cxtxlyst)
yo joe, get on my level
he knows she gonna rebel
he close, vicky the devil
you boast and never settle
vic cookin in your kettle
ego just like a pebble
no money, no precious metal
b_tch, ill cuck you in your kennel

(vicky)
it’s a bad sin askin to bask in gin
baskin what’s the scoop? what we robbing lyn?
“no robbing. we murdering joseph manuel, grab the manual
dahmer dangerously daunting your d_ck, deeming you cannibal!”

(cxtxlyst)
echo chamber of stupid hoes, cheat circle coterie
unloyal f_cking d_ck just wanna f_ck like in an orgy
pray god dont see your sin, i sing like “where your glory be?”
stop lying about all in your life, what will the story be?

- vicky wda blicky cxtxlyst

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