Narcisissy (Gag City) (feat. Asmodia, Aceomy & LegallyLaila)

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Yeah, I am a narcissist, I am a narcissist
Thank you for realizing that and me being a narcissist
Has me with a platform
For you to come on my page and talk shit about me
I do not know who you are, baby (Asmodia)
And nobody else does, does, does, does (Gag this bitch)
Jealousy who? Jealous bitch when
Bitch, I'm not jealous, you can't push a pen
Drop this at nine, trap me at ten
Kicked you out Keto, now Keto, go in
I need a Bible, but never sinned
You the one sucking in the back of vans (Pause)
This nigga subbing in back of the vans
Witchy, but uwu like madoka magika
Made her friend, go proof like Abracadabra
Killed your own career, but where is cadavera
Oh she does not have one? (Haha)
You got what you served on a China dish
Don't make me call Chynna, trying to diss
But Keto's do not diss for a bitch like this
We take the track and make shit hits
Copped a new Keto bitch, that's the clap back
Baby don't got a bag, to stop that
Tongue-tied trying to recite, y'all not that
Rap bitch, you wannabe everyone clocked that
Said I'm suicidal, stop that
Bitch, you the one who made that opp track
Knock her chin to floor will not bounce back
Unless she fell into that stomach, but I popped that
Bitch want a onomatopoeia (BAOW)
Bitches still beg for the Keto queens' features
Bitches still starve for a Keto queens' features
Keto lost one, but we up two cleaners
But we still cunt, still cuntalicious
And when she shake it boys get vicious
The realest dolls, the MH vision
Come check it out, bitch you've been ended
Knock her chin to the floor, she won't bounce back
Heavy on it
Now it really be over, can I get Chynna on the track
Trying to diss, trying to diss?
Asmodia let me hit them girl, I got this, I got this
Miss Modia said, knock her chin to the floor
But she will not bounce back, she will not bounce back
Y'all made a op track, we made a bop track
Now you're dealing with the repercussions, Barbie, finish her
What's tea? I heard we were giving cunt
Bitch, jealousy where, we do not compare
Let me go brush my 50 inch hair
Fatass rick ross, you do not eat your pears
But if I'm on the mic, I do eat my peers
Cunty, sickening, girls are screaming
Bring it to the studio, we will leave you bleeding
Always on the charts, our songs, they streaming
And when it comes to bars, we will leave you seething
Just getting top, while streaming my bops
I'm always at top, your body's always slop
Taking a shot while busting some shots
You are getting knocked, you're leaving with knots
Trying to act above, like some Pharisees
Your highness, I'm your pharaoh b
Battle against me, that ain't fair, you see
I'll launch a rocket on you hoes, Pharah tease
Been there, done that, i've been made hit tracks
I've been in the lab, I've been getting bags.
Chin this, chin that, when I pull up chins ran
I'll get my lick back, you'll get your chin smacked
Childish, but we can kiddy, kid, kid
Swimming on the beat like I got fishy, fin, fins
Trying to diss us, all we do is win, win
Not on the hair, of you're chinny, chin, chin
She said chins with two S's if you ain't catch that
Every time we run down, chin runs away
Where you going, chin, where you going, chin
And this is for Queenie, you big, fat, nasty, swampy bitch
Why you took me off the motherfucking schedule
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
We not saying names, oh, my bad, my bad
Now wait a minute, I am going to say a name
Chin, Queenie, Lexi, whoever else want it
Now, we were sparing y'all, we were sparing y'all
Laila, do what you got to do
Gag It
Jealousy this and jealousy that
All that this proves is you cannot rap
Obsessed over me, I make sure to lag
Because in the UK, I'm smoking you fags
You own the throne, but I am the heir
Your time is up, it's in the thin air
Step into me like climbing up stairs
Couldn't compete and cannot compare
Out on the floor, I'm getting my 10s
Pushing these pens and checking these chins
Rolling my strike, I'm knocking these pins
If these girls is out, I'm on the end
I'm knocking like Bruce and got no excuse
Bitches say truce, because I will abuse
Flying like goose, waist on reduce
Bitches got rhymes, but I am the Suess
One fish, two fish, four fish, cunt
Fatties to the back and Keto's up front
Fucking up the beat like I'm on the hunt
But I eat real bad when I'm off the blunt
I'm in my bag, these bitches is mad
These bitches can choke, because I am the gag
I am the doll, these bitches is wack
And I could not be read, by a fat bitch in drag (Hahaha)
Now, now, now, Laila might be the Suess
But I am the lorax and I speak for the trees
And when I say we all wanted chinny, chin, chin
And we all got to do, what we got to do
Catch this, you made a diss track
We made a hit track, and we dissed you on it
We gave you a whole track and we took top 10 on Billboard
And you made bubbling under, bubbling under
Are you dumb? Ontari, you chose a side, stay there (Aceomy)

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