WHOLE LOTTA TRASH ft. Jacob Mountain Lyrics

(Bigwar hehehe)

(Do you want me to fricking delete the song?)

Yeah delete it!

Get off my dih

You a little bih

You a little kid

Make me sick to my stomach

(Stomach)

No one gonna bid on your shit

Yeah yeah delete it

Yeah I'm sick of it (What)

Yeah yeah delete it

Yeah yeah I'm sick of it

I'm like Kay Flock (oh shit)

I'm down the block (yeah damn I'm cleaning)

I like Carti, executive chef

You know I'm cooking in the studio

I'm number 1, you're number 8

Don't judge my stuff I know I'm liate

But i tried and I dip

Say you like me but what bout him?

I'm in the hood

Yeah I'm in the Bronx

Say you like me?

Well you're wrong

Yeah yeah delete it (delete it)

Yeah I'm sick of it (What)

Yeah yeah delete it

Yeah yeah I'm sick of it

Yeah, stop the dissing

You barely use your own beats

You like taking others

And you ain't even discreet

Stop standing take a seat

Knocked down can't get up from feet

Your voice is a parakeet

Yo delete "Can We Leave"

Can I leave the world when I hear your stuff

In all reality I've had enough

Why do 10 year olds always think their tough

I don't really mess with that stuff that stuff

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