The viper 2 vector diss by Kidin cherish Lyrics
Kidin cherish
Game down game down, I been up with my own plan, you niggas gone hate CA's am gonna hit you hard with my own sound. vector now you need Jesus , Abaga ain’t your mate why don't you be a steward, I asked you for a sign up you be like you don't need us, I be like blood of Jesus, I mailed you on the phone you didn’t even reply. if I ask you now you gonna fucking deny am gonna hit you so hard that you gonna need a master plan. Am gonna beat you so bad that you gonna need to shout or cry
Vector fuck your mum, fuck your bitch, fuck your sis, if you try i,m hit, that's the game in the street, you don't mother fucking try a king of the hip. I cannot fucking relate, if you bitch cannot believe, you cannot shatter my dream until I fucking release. why will you nigga just hate because your life's the same M.I is stronger than brick you are a tip of the wind, I know how your girlfriend scream when she is on top of my dick
Please
1984 was the name that I gave to my dog who died right in a bomb and I buried it with dust what do you think will happen to ya cause you're trapped in my song
M.I is the king of the hip and you are the king of the bitch. Your punch lines are so weak that they never gonna succeed. Who made you a viper, neither you can't even rap or possibility compete with a tiger, busted
Now your mum is on my bed she cannot Handel the dick, she never wanna leave after the night she gonna pass me the bill
Why will you nigga insist to compete with M.I abage when we fucking know he is the king, how many times should I repeat, I wish he will send me to you so am gonna strip off your sleeve with my devil lyrics
How could you take a name after a snuff shop a bus stop, you been feeling on top am gonna hit you non stop any more sound am gonna leave a gun shut
Jude go suck the garbage, how could you try the savage when all heads are damage, but they still try to manage. You never sign a nigga and you want hip hop live The industry is so poor so I stand on my feet, I hate you nigga its high time I snitch, my lyrics is so hot even your pops the devil feel the heat I hope you hear the viper 2 cause its a mother fucking diss, mother fucking diss
Don't you feel you gat the nigga dripping dripping blood, why can't you be a son in return we came from a tribe where the Black’s are indigenous Fuck your ring leaders in the game who dissed MI with his name. From the east am the least you expected this from in the midst of the fake am the real am the mother fucking real am the mother fucking real don’t you feel you can even cut up with this
Huspuppi dropped a 10mill Willie dropped a 30mill and you feel you can claim it, am gonna meet you there at the venue am gonna reap off your head with my pen and lyrics when am up in sprit am fucking out of reason don't you be a victim of suicide and treason
Why would you keep on been a mother fucking racist I fucking hate you, I fucking hate you cause you are a mother fucking racist a fucking racist
Drop the mick
Am gonna leave you here with this nigga
Game down game down, I been up with my own plan, you niggas gone hate CA's am gonna hit you hard with my own sound. vector now you need Jesus , Abaga ain’t your mate why don't you be a steward, I asked you for a sign up you be like you don't need us, I be like blood of Jesus, I mailed you on the phone you didn’t even reply. if I ask you now you gonna fucking deny am gonna hit you so hard that you gonna need a master plan. Am gonna beat you so bad that you gonna need to shout or cry
Vector fuck your mum, fuck your bitch, fuck your sis, if you try i,m hit, that's the game in the street, you don't mother fucking try a king of the hip. I cannot fucking relate, if you bitch cannot believe, you cannot shatter my dream until I fucking release. why will you nigga just hate because your life's the same M.I is stronger than brick you are a tip of the wind, I know how your girlfriend scream when she is on top of my dick
Please
1984 was the name that I gave to my dog who died right in a bomb and I buried it with dust what do you think will happen to ya cause you're trapped in my song
M.I is the king of the hip and you are the king of the bitch. Your punch lines are so weak that they never gonna succeed. Who made you a viper, neither you can't even rap or possibility compete with a tiger, busted
Now your mum is on my bed she cannot Handel the dick, she never wanna leave after the night she gonna pass me the bill
Why will you nigga insist to compete with M.I abage when we fucking know he is the king, how many times should I repeat, I wish he will send me to you so am gonna strip off your sleeve with my devil lyrics
How could you take a name after a snuff shop a bus stop, you been feeling on top am gonna hit you non stop any more sound am gonna leave a gun shut
Jude go suck the garbage, how could you try the savage when all heads are damage, but they still try to manage. You never sign a nigga and you want hip hop live The industry is so poor so I stand on my feet, I hate you nigga its high time I snitch, my lyrics is so hot even your pops the devil feel the heat I hope you hear the viper 2 cause its a mother fucking diss, mother fucking diss
Don't you feel you gat the nigga dripping dripping blood, why can't you be a son in return we came from a tribe where the Black’s are indigenous Fuck your ring leaders in the game who dissed MI with his name. From the east am the least you expected this from in the midst of the fake am the real am the mother fucking real am the mother fucking real don’t you feel you can even cut up with this
Huspuppi dropped a 10mill Willie dropped a 30mill and you feel you can claim it, am gonna meet you there at the venue am gonna reap off your head with my pen and lyrics when am up in sprit am fucking out of reason don't you be a victim of suicide and treason
Why would you keep on been a mother fucking racist I fucking hate you, I fucking hate you cause you are a mother fucking racist a fucking racist
Drop the mick
Am gonna leave you here with this nigga