tuv - Diss Track

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[Verse 1] Walk around, blick in hand We sick you out, then your mans' We fuck it up, we fuck it up We fuck it up, we fuck it up We fuck it up, we fuck it up We fuck it up, we fuck it up This that Home Alone shit, like I'm Macaulay Culkin 'Cause I'll bust your door in, don't care if it's snowin' I know how to move, don't know how to move Bitches think it's sweet, but they don't know me Get back up on the phone, and tell them pick it up You lucky we left you leaky, we saw that your stick was up Bro, you ain't no Taliban you fuckin' bitch, just give it up Dancin' on your grave, smoke a J, just to dig it up We could fucked your bitch, we just chose not too I would've facetimed while she suck my dick While sayin' fuck you (fuck you) (ugly fuck) [Verse 2] (We not done yet, bitch) You still on my page lookin' I could buy your bitch a Birkin' And leave you when it's worth it That bitch know how to work it If you start the beef, then I'll end this shit And if you respond, no one's listenin' Diamonds on my teeth, bitch, they glistenin' And, when I fuck your bitch, will you listen then? First mission, I'll make it clear, make sure that you clean your ear Deleted all your fuckin' music, 'cause you knew no one would hear it (Dude, 'cause that shit's trash) On my Home Alone shit I'm Macaulay Culkin I will kick your door in, 'cause I'm Macaulay Culkin
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