Ayesha Erotica - Black Friday lyrics

It’s funny ‘cause, you know, we’ve been asking people what they wanted to know I mean, clearly, you’ve been having this thing with kim And i don’t know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you’re a rapper – And i’m thinking, sure, i know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming - Even though you say it’s not specifically about her - that roman’s revenge is for kim Umm, you know, she just really jumped out the window, and you gotta be careful when you pick fights And that's what i've learned in this business, you just never know – Shut the fu*k up! Who the fu*k want war? Fеd ex beef straight to your front door It will be a murder scenе I'm turnin' pink friday into friday the 13th A'ight you lil' kim clone clown All this buffoonery, this sh*t stops now Time for you to lay down, i'm sick of the frauds I put hands on this b*tch like a spa massage We all know your last name is what got you your job You a put together gimmick, something like a collage Since you puttin on a show, you gon get the applause Clap, clap, lift ya frame like a fu*king garage? This hood sh*t you and drake ain't built for This the sh*t this other b*tch almost got killed for I still counting what hardcore generated Bet my sh*t keeps spinning like its syndicated Corny broad i'll leave you bloody like you menstruated You hot air ass b*tch, should have been deflated This ain't a championship fight i been the greatest See the fact is what you doing... i did it Lames trying to clone my style and run with it Thats cool. i was the first one with it Yous a lil' kim wanna be, you just hate to admit it I'm the blueprint, you ain't nothing brand new Check ya posters and videos, you will always be number 2 I seen them come. i seen them go. still i remain Sweety you on your 14th minute of fame Im over 10 year strong still running the game Cut the comparison, i'm in the legendary lane Fighting for a spot... child please i'm solidified With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you b*tches tried Either you high or sippin that sh*t wayne on I get top dollar for whatever my name on Go stick your head in a tornado- brainstorm I drop bombs- flex, napalms Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto Giuseppes when i step out, posted up in stilettos Pussy so pink like my kitty sayin hello If i whistle they'll pistol whip you in all 5 boroughs I'm from brooklyn i be everywhere comfortably Now who pumped you and told you to come romp with me? You the type to run your mouth and then run from me I'm poppin off in your hood with no company C'mon, queens ain't showin you no love I was there the other night poppin bottles with the thugs You like washington heffa i'm benji You got a buzz right now, i had a frenzy Oh yeah welcome to the fam fendi You need to stop, you're not hot you're a burning match That means the end is near soon, copy that? Oh i see they really got you gassed, like i'm a thing of the past Betta slow down dummy, you about to crash Stank pussy ho, i'm givin you a bath Thermometer in hand and i'm comin for ya ass Who you think you gettin past? I see right through you, your whole sh*t is made of glass {clip of nicki minaj's 'right through me'} I draw back I'm a brooklyn thorough b*tch, rep for my borough b*tch Never been the type to have beef and try to settle sh*t I ride out til the wheels fall off And my ni**as squeeze til the last shell go off fu*k your whole team all i see is a bunch of wierdos You'sa airhead b*tch- scarecrow Ain't nothin old but my money b*tch This is grown liquid assets Benjamin's my daddy you young money ba*tards You and diddy- sorry bunch of swagger jackers I mothered you hoes i should claim you on my income taxes Bobby fischer in the flesh, taught by the great So on my next move i'm yellin' checkmate I smell a massacre I'm charles manson, you don't stand a chance with her Jeffrey dahmer and you lookin like lunch to me Bout to kill all you b*tches like ted bundy Leave your whole head red like pegg bundy You're hilarious... thanks for all the laughs You're garbage, so i'm takin out the trash You? sh*t on me? C'mon baby girl- ain't enough ass shots in the world You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new sh*t But you could never fu*k with me So chuck it up deuces All around the world i ball like a ball team I stack chips, call me miss rothstein Tricks is for kids silly rabbit you're my offspring Kim more anticipated than a lebron ring "i mean i know... i know you guys asked me if roman’s revenge was about kim... And no, i, it’s not about kim... Actually if kim thought it was about her, i’m so sorry I’m so sorry, i apologize, kim I don’t know, i just had temporary insanity... i lost my teeth and my mind..."