Lz Beatz - Dopplegänger lyrics

Eh, Azealia "Edgeless" Banks! Listen, we're all bored And we don't want to hear you talk of rapping anymore With them big off-piano teeth This is how we address sh** in hip-hop way Don't be a weak b**h and start direct tweeting me bullsh** Either get in the booth, p**y, or shut your mouth! Let me tell you about this crazy b**h Chest so flat, call her table tits Pulled my video on some hater sh** Cause she bipolar (dopplegänger) On WhatsApp, I'm her favorite Then snakes on Twitter real shady sh** Now I dont even know who Azealia is I must've been talking to a (dopplegänger) I was in Harlem, where the b**h live There was a problem, didn't exist Kept on asking, people looked mythed All they knew A$AP Rocky and Dip You don't write your rhymes, hello Your just a puppet on a string, for your label Johnny writes all of your rhymes, Geppeto Milli Vinilli licking kitty like Cornettos Selling ya p**y in da, Harlem Ghetto I'll jump on your couch, with my stilettos You have a chin bigger than Jay Leno You're silly mother f**er and a (dopplegänger) (Doppelgänger) You're a silly motherf**er you're a (doppelgänger) (Doppelgänger) You're a phony, a fan, bi polar, a stan, it can't be Banks, its her (doppelgänger) She's a dopplegänger In my video with lollypops on camera Gremlin in a wedding dress all glammed up Burnt out stripper (dopplegänger) She'll wait till you get yours mastered Video's out and promotions started Sign the release and then bogart it The b**h is a retarded (Dopplegänger) Well, that's just the way she is Two faced b**h, with a mouth full of sh** Knew from start if I pulled that wig All you'll see is bunny teeth on a burnt out twig Wanna talk about skin? Lets talk about lips Cuz without lipstick yours are burnt to a crisp I see you s**ing on too much dick To the point that their blacker than T-Pain is You're a smashed out ho with your pants down low Get grands from these old granddads that you blow Every track you promote, is phantom wrote You careers gonna slide till your back on them poles Ain't a friend, your a foe, you pretend to be close In the end, the result, is you selling your soul Like Judas, for a gold record you ho Or could it be I'm talking to your dopplegänger (Doppelgänger) You're a silly motherf**er you're a (doppelgänger) (Doppelgänger) You're a phony, a fan, bipolar, a stan, it can't be Banks, its her (doppelgänger) Ayo, I see you putting out that new track It's so whack Screaming like a damn fool Nobody even understands you What you saying? Braah'tah'tah'tahhh She's a Dopplegänger Broke down stripper and a coke head ranter End up in love and Hip Hop Atlanta With Stevie Jay banging ya (dopplegänger) Shystie's the wrong chick to ramp with Baby girl I'll make you sh** your pampers Jump on a plane and b**h lick your grandma And tweet it wasn't me, it was my (dopplegänger) I can rock you anytime any place So you better bring your pastor….MASE I'll slap the baby hair right off of your face Now thats what I call a real Harlem… Shake I'm quick with the flow, f** this b**h, stick a dick in this ho Tell this buck tooth pigeon, forget it, I'm cold, coz her career ending's inevitable And she won't reply unless twitter involved She gets in beef cos her records ain't dope Just letting you know, next time ill expose Azealia Banks You don't really want it, you're a doppelgänger