Correction Paroles Dissin’ Every1 (Nathan Pack Soon) par Drake

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I ain't dissin' Drake on this, okay
I'm usin' a sample for it
Shout out Drake
Listen
Seein' you got ritualistic
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

b*t*hes actin' all hard but have they lost they V-Card
Discard that sh*t I don't want it, But Nate you ain't on Life II
I took you off the album so don't act like that
You tryna move like that
You a f**kin' rat, you snitchin' on me
You b*t*hin' too I'd beat you up like I'm Muhammed Ali
Slammed you over this sh*t dissin' people
Like XXXTENTACION and sh*t you gon' die
I'm gonna shoot you, you conquer me but you masturbate
To Mario 24/7, hoe's ain't sh*t
I can pop you like a zit
You a pu**y like an clit, yo' girl gave me my d**k a titjob
She suckin' on my d**k, you full of sh*t
I have the lyrical spit more than you ever do
I can be physical here you tryna hit you miss
I ain't hypocritical wit' the mic so shut yo' filthy mouth
You just tryna suck yo' own d**k but it too small to fit
You eat sh*t off yo' ass this too explicit for these b*t*hes
You just like Jess on yo' ass peggin' yo' ass
I burned her toys f**k the strap-on I don't do that gay sh*t
I ain't talkin' cap so don't get turned on talkin' beef
I'm too explicit for these hoes they gotta chill
C.A.S you's hoes blamin' me for 'em sh*t
I hope you shame yourselves
Don't claim me for that sh*t that's cap
I'm doin' a rap over the sh*t what you done
I'm done I don't like you b*t*hes
You all insecure y'all gotta chill
Check the score I'm winnin' like NBA
Jess made you a whore Nathan don't f**kin' play wit' me
Knock on yo' door and it stank off sh*t (Ew what the f**k)
Nathan and Jess you two are dirty sl*ts
I hope y'all cut y'all selves after this sh*t
Nathan you got f**ked by Jess in Strap-On
Y'all two are a mess I put this on Life II might replace the NB Raps collabs, I just make this like I make kebabs
I just need a map just to get to yo' location
Yo' brain is on vacation, you masturbation to Jess f**kin' you after
This diss track era is my sensation I ain't doin' this sh*t for clout
Nathan's doin' sh*t for clout tho' dissin' XXXTENTACION
If NB Raps die we'll smoke his pack (It gonna hit hard)
Damn Imma choke because this hit like a b*t*h
This ain't jokes b*t*h
What took this b*t*h 2-months to respond
Shoot you like James Bond
If you want beef and you a opp than you callin' the cop
You ain't no gangs, you's a b*t*h
You a snitch go to that pitch black ditch and die
Switch sides and a polices b*t*h and join their side
I hope you get some homicidal thoughts
I'm gonna catch you lackin'
I'm gonna smack you up and knock you out
Never be a snitch and track it down
I'll do it alone I'd do anything for the gang
I'll take a bullet for 'em
f**k that sh*t I don't care if you conquer
You a queer if you talk like that
I hope you fear when I beat you up and you cry like a b*t*h
f**k yo' sh*t, f**k this place
Racist sh*t now (sh*t)
I hope y'all respond badly to get families involved
I'm coldhearted when I have beef
I hope y'all die

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