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lirik lagu taé monroe - raja'thon !

[intro]
taé monroe, do you have any opinion on the new rappers? (smack her)
wait, no, but that’s not the answer
do you, like, have any opinion on what’s goin’ on right now? (drag her)
okay, how do you feel about being dissed in an upcoming project? (smack that b~tch)
okay, that, that seems a little harsh, don’t you think, huh? (drag that b~tch)

[verse]
now i’ve been gone for a month and came back for another
i’m carryin’ you b~tches, now they claimin’ that i’m mother
these b~tches never direct, they always stu~stu~stu~stu~stutter
playin’ games, i spy another b~tch that’s undercover
in all black, i be waitin’ for you by the smokeshed
i be lynchin’ n~ggas, hangin’ b~tches like a coat rack
body curvalicious, them b~tches built like a thumbtack
go and hit the road jack, cena, no match
girl, please, the hardest mc, no mariah (mm)
i’m the flyest b~tch, you can put me on a flyer
and i’m the flyest b~tch, yeah, you can put me on a poster
body coke bottle, yeah, you can serve it with a coaster (talk about it)
lot of people run they mouth but ain’t about it (talk about it)
hear some fake tea, then they go whisper about it (talk about it)
man, i stay fly, i don’t need a pilot (talk about it)
and if you on my block, you ain’t comin’ up out it
who got me? mad your favorite n~gga wanna stalk me (womp, womp)
go and grab some tape when i’m duckin’ the paparazzi (no photos)
mad i call the shots, and you b~tches is walkie talkie (roger that)
talkin’ ’bout who clocked me (b~tch, you ain’t even watch; hold up)
why you talkin’ like you ’bout it, but ain’t never ran down?
look, i put you on a stretcher, rihanna, that man down
man, i go out and i get it, them b~tches be layin’ ’round
they ain’t know the kid before, but they scream my name now
i’m the best b~tch, and that ain’t up for discussion
heard your last diss, and i said, “she gotta be bluffin'”
put her on the floor, and drag that ho, and get to dustin’
got these b~tches sick, i ain’t givin’ no robitussin
i’m too ruthless, leavin’ n~ggas toothless
only come in second when i’m shootin’ them the deuces (ugh)
steady bein’ the muse and my coupes~ez, it’s roofless
i am the original, and y’all hoes are dupes, sis
[refrain]
(awe) ah~ha
now how that feel? (how that feel? awe)
nah, how that feel? (awe)
you mad, doogie? you mad, doogie? (womp, womp; ah~ha)
bet they didn’t know, but i bet you know now
better drop them dollars if you want a freestyle
i’ma need a collar, ’cause my flow be so wild
b~tch, get off the field, hang it up, wet towel (taé monroe)
uh~huh, play you on that (hang it up, hang it up; hang it up, hang it up)
ah~ha, ki on that (hang it up, hang it up; hang it up, hang it up)
ah~ha, ice on racks (hang it up, hang it up; hang it up)
like, b~tch, get off the field, hang it up, wet towel

[outro]
now, who she think she is? (who?)
who she think i am? (am)
they ain’t tell you i was comin’ back for the win? (for the win)
they ain’t tell you i was comin’ back for revenge
they ain’t tell you that a b~tch was gon’ skin? (freestyle)
they didn’t tell you i was goin’ to skin you like a chicken (rotisserie, b~tch)
like (ew, look at her)
to even discuss me in any of your songs is insane (delusional)
i’m the only star (been)
been the only star
y’all got too–, it’s too many, it’s too many imitators (dupes)
it’s one of me (yeah)
it’s two of you (two), four of you, more of you (ugh; you’re a bum)
can’t even keep a score of you (i can’t even keep a score)
it’s too many of y’all, look alike, sound alike
y’all ’bout thirty tryin’ to rap on this app
let it go, mama (mwah, mwah), okay
i’m the reason that y’all even got 10ks
i’m the reason that y’all even reachin’ the accolades y’all are talkin’ about in these group chats and discords
if we bein’ for real, mama, you was just kissin’ my feet in my dms
like, child, bye (raja back)
shout out to everybody that, you know, doin’ it right now (dusty ass b~tch), you know
brr (brr)
raja (ra~ra~ra~ra~ra~ra—)
raja (ra~ra~ra~ra~ra~ra—)
raja, yeah, raja back, b~tch, ooh (loser ass b~tch)
wasn’t she just talking about a verzuz?
how can she even do that if she doesn’t even have enough songs to go against herself? (weight watchers, where you at?)
like, she’s just a big, fat, bad~body ass b~tch that just has a lot against you
if it was me, i would’ve given it to her harder
but i guess this is something that you’re doing now
i know taking the high road is better, but, sweetie
when it’s the mutts coming for you, hon’
you just always got to let them know and put them in their place
b~tches is fat, get up
(thought that it was sweet last night, and it ain’t sweet no more)
(get your fat asses up)
(b~tches is fat and get up)

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