Chris Brown Diss Quavo Lyrics
Now we can settle this like you got some class
So we can get into some gangsta sh!t
Hey, Chris, I don’t want no issues, bruh
I don’t want no smoke, I don’t wanna fight you
I don’t wanna do nothing, bruh
Like, please, bruh
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with C?
Who want
Who want smoke with me?
Who want
Okay, let’s get down to the facts, pu**y, I’m dripped in red
Don’t let this R&B sh!t fool you, n!ggas get ripped to shreds
Quavo talking like he a thug, n!gga, you a b!tch with dreads
Can’t wait to see the day that you back up all that sh!t you said
What’s all that boss sh!t you talking? You ain’t no huncho, n!gga
You the weakest link outta yo’ clique, let’s keep it a hundo, n!gga
You f**ked my ex-ho, that’s cool, I don’t give no f**k, lil n!gga
‘Cause I f**ked yo’ ex when you were still with her
B!tch, I’m up, lil n!gga
They say revenge is sweet, now think about that sh!t
Don’t let that line go over your head
I might just sing about that sh!t
I had her fiending ’bout that d!ck
There’s something sweet about that sh!t
I got some tea up out that b!tch
But I ain’t go speak about that sh!t
I ain’t playing chess with a checker player
I’m a ticking bomb on the detonator
I sh!t on n!ggas, I’m a defacator
I put a Migo on a ventilator
Stop talking ’bout beating girls
You was beating b!tches on the elevator
We seen the tapes, that’s devastating
You doing bad, you a b!tch, and yo’ music trash
Fashion week, they sat me next to yo’ lame ass
I was truly mad
All I kept thinking ’bout was breaking yo’ face
But I gave you a pass
You lucky I ain’t wanna f**k the money up
Boy, I woulda broke you in half
Quit trying to be tough, you ain’t like that
Why you keep showing off?
Quit talking ’bout drugs, you the only pack that I been smoking on
I just hit my plug, told him, “Come back, I’ma need more than one”
Yo’ last album was a weed tray, just some bullsh!t that we roll up on
You know it’s on
Put you to bed
Night, night, that’s Sudafed
Show me that I’m tender, b!tch, time to prove what you just said
R.I.P. Takeoff, he the only real one, I got true respect
Crazy how when he died
Everybody really wished it was you instead (Oh sh!t!)
You tripping, Chris, don’t say that, don’t lose your head
You done turned the big bad wolf on
These f**k n!ggas never knew revenge
This what happens when a f**k n!gga push a real n!gga out to the edge
This what happens when a dumb n!gga get fame and it get to his head
You gone kiss this ring, n!gga
Big “f**k you” from my middle finger
I tattoo my trigger finger
Bring real beef to yo’ dinner table
My mental state ain’t ever stable
I know this sh!t gone sting, n!gga
I’ll run yo’ as* through the wringer, n!gga
You just got bodied by a singing n!gga
B!tch
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with C?
Who want
Who want smoke with me?
Who want
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