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FIA Mates I Hate This Shit Yo, George Russell, think you slick, Got the music taste, man, what’s that trick? Pretty girl, you flexin' hard, While I’m sittin’ here, just playin’ my card. Teammate to Lewis, man, what the hell? Now Kimi Antonelli, man, you under a spell. Ballin' in Mercedes, livin’ that dream, While I’m stuck here, bustin’ at the seams. FIA mates, I hate this shit, George William Russell, you ain't legit. Fakin' hits, tryin' to act tough, Bitch, I’m callin' you out, this shit’s rough! British boy got that smug-ass grin, Like a motherfucker, let the hating begin. Made Max drop, got the FIA talk, While I’m out here just tryin’ to walk the walk. You flexin' on us, like you run the game, But we all know, this shit’s just lame. You ain't no thug, just a wannabe, In a world of F1, can't you see? FIA mates, I hate this shit, George William Russell, you ain't legit. Fakin' hits, tryin' to act tough, Bitch, I’m callin' you out, this shit’s rough! Got a pretty girl, but I can't stand ya, Swag so fake, man, I gotta ban ya. All this talent, man, where's the grit? George Russell, you just throwing a fit. So here’s my message, loud and clear, George, you a mate, but we don’t cheer. FIA mates, while I spit this flame, Hatin’ on you, boy, that’s just the game. FIA mates, I hate this shit, George William Russell, just admit! You might be ballin’, but you ain’t my bro, I’m takin' this crown, just thought you should know!

Diss track Freakmael Yo, yo, look at this clown, short man, big rage baiter . Poverty stricken who begs for quaters Who decides to ghost his friends to give Guys the hawk tuah like a good dog Zesty to the core, pride of a fake, He loves America, but man, he’s just illegal. Thirteen dudes in the back, what a sad affair, Call him “Freakmael," you know that ain"t false. You chasin" those residential papers, but it’s all in your head. Poverty stricken. No funds just 13 14 15 men on your back. Bitch, you a joke, can’t reach this game Like the reach you’ve been sucking off Like you begging your teachers for good grades Big nose, no flow, you ain"t even 5 feet You droppin" disses, but they miss like your aim, Livin" life in the gutter, you should be ashamed. American pride? Or zesty pride While I’m stackin" the wins, you fallin’ to chile in 1880 You lied about your past and you lied about your sexuality you lied about your grades and you lied about those documents. Your like drake trying to escape the truth. Like Richard Chau saying “who’s Jerry” Bitch, you a joke, can’t step in this game, I shoot buckets like LeBron but you shoot white inside. Talkin" that trash, but you know it"s all bluff, Big nose, no flow, you ain"t tough lil bro You hate on U de Peru, but you wishin" you were their fan. Hangin" on to those trophies they won in the 1990s like they still worthy. Got no direction, like your clubs future But your dreams in the garbage, where they truly began. So fall back, son, take a seat, feel the heat, Not the body heat that you touch yourself to But the heat from all the men on your back. I’m takin’ this win, while you stand in the rain, Countin" your losses like it’s part of the corrupted Peruvian government So your whole personality is based on the unemployed country In this battle of life, you just sippin’ from my cup. Bitch, you a joke, can’t step in this game, I"m the fire, and your the smoke since smoke Comes after fire Talkin" that trash, but you know it"s all bluff, Big nose, no flow, you ain"t tough enough. Yeah, that’s right, I’m done spittin’ this verse, Big reader nerd the takin" loss once more. Like the loss of your horrible soccer team couldn’t even beat El Salvador Remember my name, when you think of your shame, In this rap battleground, I’m the one you can’t tame.

Uh, yeah. 9 Prudence? Nah. Y’all the reason teachers wanna quit, fr. (Chorus – bouncy flow) 9 Prudence, why you actin’ like a menace? Every single class, y’all be pushin’ every limit. Loud talk, no thought, man, y’all never get it. If bein’ annoying was a sport, y’all would win it. (Verse 1 – savage delivery) Walk in the room, it’s a circus, no cap, Whole class wildin’, teacher tryna take a nap. Late on assignments, always makin’ noise, Actin’ real tough, but y’all just lil’ boys. Messy with the notes, messy with the brain, Math test droppin’ and y’all still playin’ games. Talkin’ big talk but can’t spell “discipline,” Teachers takin’ breaks just to sip that gin. (Pre-Chorus – build-up) Every single day, same ol’ scene, Actin’ like stars, but y’all B-list memes. Teachers be stressin’, losin’ they mind, Principal lookin’ like “where do I sign?” (Chorus – hard-hitting) 9 Prudence, why you actin’ like a menace? Every single class, y’all be pushin’ every limit. Loud talk, no thought, man, y’all never get it. If bein’ annoying was a sport, y’all would win it. (Verse 2 – final shots) Y’all the reason fire drills take too long, Whole school waitin’, y’all still singin’ songs. Back of the class, throwin’ paper like fools, Teacher said “QUIET,” but y’all break the rules. Call it Prudence but y’all lack that trait, Whole room stank from the L’s y’all take. One day maybe y’all get real smart, ‘Til then, y’all just known for the bark. (Outro – cocky finish) Uh, yeah, pipe down. 9 Prudence, y’all stay clowns. Tryna flex, but y’all got none. Act grown, but y’all still dumb.

diss track on Arkansas whispering in to the mic cuz u know u can’t write shit bitch speak up yk u can’t even do shit tryna take my man but he ain’t even like bunnies prolly tryna take all ur friends new hunnies how u getting white girl wastedd but u only b vapin girl get out my face with your hot breath we know u ain’t writing these songs give some cred thousand bodies not even old enough to drink bitch u ain’t shit go nd think take that make up off see if vogue gonna want u take that wig off see if lv gonna want u bring ur mommy into it what are we five? bring your fists next bitch cuz we abt to fight think i care if ur mom wanna fight me? bitch have u seen me im the baddest bhabie call ur daddy for every little problem beef with a million people maybe u the problem duckin and dodging this fade like u dr phil or sum bitch come out side and see what happens. rip your wig off to teach u a LESSON cancer and a baby and body still tea unaffected from this lil girl tryna fight me in my dms tryna settle it yet u still on live tryna act all big nd shi? girl pick a side pick a man this lil “beef” is making me a bag think u flaming me bitch delusional way i’m writing these lyrics constitutional you dumb dirty bitch can’t find ur own man get a life come out and fight then? u forgot who u tryna fight little ho this bhad bhabie the fuck

Ya you know Stella is so fat she can’t stop eating, she a fatty She causes power outages when she sneezes, fatty She wont let go of all the food She can’t even walk without causing an earthquake, fatty Stella is a fatty Stella is a fatty stella fat stella fatty fat stella

Landon Wiener (Verse 1) Yo, Landon, you a joke, man, can’t even speak, Words fumble, you mumble, your flow is so weak. Tryna act tough, but you ain’t a thug, Spoiled little brat, man, you need a hug. (Chorus) Landon Wiener, don’t you see? You just a wannabe, you ain’t scarin" me. Flexin’ on the gram, but you frontin" hard, Life"s a deck of cards, and you playin" the bard. (Verse 2) Lookin’ dumb as hell, you a punchline bro, I stay grindin" hard, but you just steal the show. In your little clique, you a bully at best, Talkin" big game, but you know you just stressed. (Chorus) Landon Wiener, don’t you see? You just a wannabe, you ain’t scarin" me. Flexin’ on the gram, but you frontin" hard, Life"s a deck of cards, and you playin" the bard. (Bridge) Cash in your pocket, but you ain’t got guts, You a soft little brat, all flash, no trust. I’m out here grindin", stackin" real cheddar, While you actin’ tough, tryna be a trendsetter. (Verse 3) Step to my level, you’ll drown in the flow, Every word I spit, you just follow like a ho. You might flex that bread, but can’t buy respect, I’m the king of this shit, you just playin’ check. (Outro) So, Landon Wiener, take a seat, it’s done, You a side note, bro, I already won. In this game of life, know I’m raisin’ the bar, You just a wannabe, no shine, no star.

Verse 1: Listen up, Zoe, I heard you"ve been talking smack But your rhymes are weak, and your flow"s whack You think you"re quick, but your delivery"s slow You"re just a rookie, and your skills are low Chorus: You can"t touch me, Zoe, I"m on a different level My rhymes are fire, and my flow"s unbeatable You"re just a copycat, trying to make a name But you"ll never be the best, you"ll always be in the game Verse 2: Zoe, you"re trying hard, but you"re not unique Your style"s borrowed, and your rhymes are meek You"re chasing clout, but it"s slipping away You"re just a one-hit wonder, and your fame won"t stay Chorus: You can"t touch me, Zoe, I"m on a different level My rhymes are fire, and my flow"s unbeatable You"re just a copycat, trying to make a name But you"ll never be the best, you"ll always be in the game

[Verse] Filip Veselý pořád sníš O chemickejch reakcích víš V labu zvládáš horory zlý Zkoušky tě zbijou to je tvůj cíl [Chorus] Filipe Veselý o chemii sníš V laborce jsi jako v hororu vidíš Zkoušky tě zbijou jak v ringový bitvě Tvá móda umí být dost vtipná ne [Verse 2] V mikroskopu hledáš život nový Přesto jsi pořád nejistý a stinný Přátelé ti říkaj ať to vzdáš Ale ty bojuješ dál šance hledáš [Chorus] Filipe Veselý o chemii sníš V laborce jsi jako v hororu vidíš Zkoušky tě zbijou jak v ringový bitvě Tvá móda umí být dost vtipná ne [Bridge] Chemické vzorce jsou tvým snem Ale stres tě tlačí ven Chceš bejt mistrem v laborce Ale realita tě tlačí do rohu kámo [Chorus] Filipe Veselý o chemii sníš V laborce jsi jako v hororu vidíš Zkoušky tě zbijou jak v ringový bitvě Tvá móda umí být dost vtipná ne

Yo, Ryan, grab a seat—nah, better yet, grab a plate, "Cause I know you never show up unless there"s food up in your face. Man, you eat like it"s a sport, but you never hit the gym, Only reps you ever do is fork to mouth—again and again. Fridge door swinging like a DJ in the mix, You call it "meal prep," but it"s just six plates of Twix. Big Bite Ryan, stomach like a black hole, Leave a crumb? Nah, bro, you be licking up the bowl. You ain"t hungry, you just greedy, better face it, Got a loyalty card at every fast food location! Late night snacks? Nah, it"s a whole buffet, Wake up at noon, first words? "What’s to eat today?" Ain’t no leftovers when you step up in the spot, "Save me a slice" Ryan said, "I’d rather not." Even your shadow look like it’s craving a meal, You be eating in your sleep, that’s some real-life skill. Pockets full of crumbs, bro, where your money at? Oh wait you spent it all on a family-sized snack! Big Bite Ryan, stomach like a black hole, Leave a crumb? Nah, bro, you be licking up the bowl. You ain"t hungry, you just greedy, better face it, Got a loyalty card at every fast-food location! So Ryan, if you hear this, don’t get mad, just chew, Matter fact, here’s a burger do what you do. Just know, when it’s time to share, we all aware, Ryan’s got one rule: "I don’t play fair!"

Verse 1: Akshit bhai, tu mota saand, Ladkiyon ke peeche bhaagta, ban gaya tharki baand aur laghta hai gadhe ki gand. Yeah yeah na terey paas hai loda, na hai dimaagh thoda. They call me no hoes because im drink your mums lactose!! 31! They call me wasted gen but i suck up there mums lactogen! yeah yeah 31 drop... Rizz up karne ka sochta hai, par fail ho jaata scene, Simp ka raja, cringe ka devta, tu hai PK ka chela machine! Chorus: Arre Akshit, Akshit, kya kar raha hai tu? Mota hai tu, par sapne bade, kahan chala hai tu? Mandir mein mantra, masjid mein dua, Doghla banda, ladki na mili, kya hoga ab tu? Verse 2: Shirt tight pehenta, pet latakta hai bahar, Bollywood wala pose maarta, par lagta hai bekaar. ‘Baby, tera dil chura loonga,’ bolta hai yeh clown, Par ladki bolti, ‘Bhaiya, pehle apna wazan le ke down!’ Yeah, yeah check check, its 31. i got a girl but i still feel alone bruh, akshit kya kar raha hai apna peyt chopaane ke liye pehen le ek night gown, yeah yeah deep voice yeah 31, Chorus: Arre Akshit, Akshit, kya kar raha hai tu? Mota hai tu, par sapne bade, kahan chala hai tu? Mandir mein mantra, masjid mein dua, Doghla banda, ladki na mili, kya hoga ab tu? Bridge: Haan bhai, tu hai PK, religion ka buffet, Kabhi pandit, kabhi maulvi, kabhi ban ja Sufi set. Par ladkiyon ke samne, tu ekdum zero hai, Simp ka certificate, tujhe free mein milta hai! Par ladkiya nahi milti hai. Outro: Toh sun le Akshit, ab gym jaa thodi der, Rizz up karna chhod de, ban ja thoda clever. Doglapan chhod, ek rasta pakad le tu, Warna zindagi bhar bolega, ‘Kya kar raha hoon main, oof!’ yea 31 out....tch tch.

Fat Chance Aaron Yo, Aaron, you think you flexin' with that plate? But every bite you take just seals your fate, mate. Lookin' like a doughnut, man, what the hell? Spent your cash on food, can’t even buy a bell. You slide in DMs, think you slick, but you whack, Every girl from Ridley knows you ain’t got no stack. Talkin' ‘bout your game, but the truth is real sad, You blowin' all your cash on a burger, you mad? Got that double chin, yeah, it's hangin' like a flag, While I’m out bustin' moves, you’re just binge-watchin' drags. Thuggin’ in the kitchen, but you don’t even cook, Just a fast-food junkie, that’s your life, that’s your book. You brag about your munchies, but your flex is pathetic, When it comes to the grind, boy, you ain’t energetic. Frosted tips and grease, man, you lookin' like a clown, Life’s a race, and you just sat that shit down. Your cash flow's drier than your last piece of bread, I’m stackin' up these wins, while you’re eatin' instead. Spillin’ sauce on your shirt, what a mess, you a joke, I’m blowin’ up the charts, you just blowin’ on smoke. Think you run the game? Bitch, you just a food court, Your future’s lookin' grim, where the cash and the sport? Step to me, you’ll find out I ain’t playin', for real, You ain't steppin’ out the kitchen, it's a sad, sad meal. Yo, Aaron, your beats got my laugh on repeat, Got more flavor in bars than you got in that cheat. Talkin' big game, but you just mad soft, I’m flyin' so high, man you can’t even loft. So listen up, chump, while I serve you this beat, You’re the snack in the game, I’m the whole fucking feast. From your love life to pockets, you a straight-up disaster, With rhymes like this, it’s a real rap master.

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