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Diss
255
On Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
Diss was released on February 9, 2016 by cupcakKe as a part of the album Cum Cake
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Release DateFebruary 9, 2016
LabelcupcakKe
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
cupcakKe
cupcakKe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elizabeth Harris
Elizabeth Harris
Songwriter

Lyrics

Somebody gave me a fuckin' doll for Christmas G
And they named this shit Kash Doll
I don't play with dolls
I wanna rip this bitch head off right now, let's go
Ayo, Big-Bird how you feeling?
What happen to the climbing poles to the ceiling?
Now you wanna sneak diss while admiring?
You should take a look at your environment
'Cause all my **** convicts, wake up wanting conflict
So you know they clappin' any fucking ratchet that I tell 'em
Bitch, this a bomb flick
Looking at that lipo, I think something need to be fixed
And you can mention me one more time
When you made more than one hit
'Cause this the Windy City, ain't shit pretty
You gon' have to toughen up (toughen up)
Drop a line of hoes going straight down your chest like a button-up
Chiraq my city, you cannot handle bro
Jump out on business like I'm a manual
Walk through any block I'm a lost animal
Split her down the middle like a camel toe
After I pull up she gonna need a doctor
I'm at her door like go home Roger
Just to show out like **** in new J's
Trick girl and scout I'm tighter than new braids see Kash Doll
I mean Trash Doll
Bitch, you don't even know me (don't)
No face, no case
So I can't even use emojis
It's too late
Fuck a debate
Crack her head with her own mixtape
Dare you to get out of pocket
Bitch, eyes are be out of socket
How the fuck do you got options?
When you be on the pole for the profit?
Reminding, I'm glad yo outfits be shiny
Bitch, I got that poison Ivy
If Trash Doll on the mic I'll take her light
Like Steph with Riley
(She prolly ain't even catch that)
(You know bitches don't use they brain no more)
(They give it though)
Do a 360, with a clean hit
Let a bullet hit her and sting shit
Warm up yo ass on some spring shit
When the law come I do not speak English
You don't know what you started, but ch-ch you was target
I'll pledge allegiance but I'm heartless
Plant another body in my garden
Miss slurp that dick 'till it cum
Will make your name smaller than a crumb
I'll chew you up and then spit you out
Like you shit but a piece of gum
Started from the bottom stripping you way up
Thought she was Ronald McDonald
With all of that makeup (damn)
Gotta come deeper, bye Felicia, I mean Keisha
You a stripper hoe, get it on the floor
Probably never owned a fucking Visa, uh!
You fake booty bitch
Fake titty bitch
Who can't fucking rap, I could teach you some shit
All you had to do was ask, bruh
All you had to do was ask
I got the answers bitch!
Come on man looking like Dave Chapelle
Come on man
Come on man
Get the fuck outta here man
I'm done with this bitch!
Written by: Elizabeth Harris
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