You try to flip mad rhyme's
And your trying to make your self sound ill/
You couldn't flip shit on the tumbling
Team I'm sick of your flow,
And your weak ass dro/
If you think you can beat me,
Come on dog be for real you going against steel/
You keep on playing I'm a have
To drill you in the dirt you wanna beef
Wit me and Lil Ceezy/
I'm rockin da Gucci fit head to toe
I even got the gucci rubber in my doe/
Cause I stay in your hoe/
Running you over wit the Honda Accord,
Then I'm a choke wit my cable cord/
I bet my bottom dolla
I'll make your mom's holla......
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Battle Rime's Lyrics

Bobby Goldsboro – Battle Rime's Lyrics