Syndrome by Mizrachi Lyrics
(Chorus)
Fake ass bitches it’s like a syndrome
Counting dicks and money
Don’t tell you got freedom
To talk shit about me
You better come to the podium
You want to fight?
You want to speak?
Talking crazy on a keyboard
Making you a lame ass bitch
You better get on your knees
(Verse 1)
I don’t care who you are
Until you mention my name
It’s a real problem
I can’t stay numb numb
If you got big bum bum
My pussy can make yo man say yum yum
It’s ok if you want to compete
As long as i’m the one one
Who cares about you bitch?
Are you done? Done?
Making the others looks dumb dumb?
If you want a big gun
You can try mine
I’m not promise you’ll stay clean
Cause my show about to run run
Can you make it to another around around?
Sit your ass but i can see you already down down
This is my city go back to your fucking farm farm
So bitch before you speak you should
Know where i come from from
(Refrain)
Come on bitch who you trying to fool?
Spitting your shit all over the internet
But when we face suddenly you want rules
You said we cool and when you spill the tea
It’s all over the news
(Chorus)
Fake ass bitches it’s like a syndrome
Counting dicks and money
Don’t tell you got freedom
To talk shit about me
You better come to the podium
You want to fight?
You want to speak?
Talking crazy on a keyboard
Making you a lame ass bitch
You better get on your knees
(Verse 2)
How many times you get into the vortex
And then cry how you drown
You need a psychologist
You open the gate you released the beast
How can you say you pure
When i’m the one you always preach
You can pray pray
I’m god if you want mercy
You better pay pay
Get out of my way way
It’s been a long day
No matter what you saying
No matter what are you playing
If it’s my business
It’s a high radiance
I don’t need a polygraph to know you a liar
I don’t need x-ray to reflect your ass
You said you look fine but you look like trash
You don’t got a good form
You know how to act
(Chorus)
Fake ass bitches it’s like a syndrome
Counting dicks and money
Don’t tell you got freedom
To talk shit about me
You better come to the podium
You want to fight?
You want to speak?
Talking crazy on a keyboard
Making you lame a ass bitch
You better get on your knees
Fake ass bitches it’s like a syndrome
Counting dicks and money
Don’t tell you got freedom
To talk shit about me
You better come to the podium
You want to fight?
You want to speak?
Talking crazy on a keyboard
Making you a lame ass bitch
You better get on your knees
(Verse 1)
I don’t care who you are
Until you mention my name
It’s a real problem
I can’t stay numb numb
If you got big bum bum
My pussy can make yo man say yum yum
It’s ok if you want to compete
As long as i’m the one one
Who cares about you bitch?
Are you done? Done?
Making the others looks dumb dumb?
If you want a big gun
You can try mine
I’m not promise you’ll stay clean
Cause my show about to run run
Can you make it to another around around?
Sit your ass but i can see you already down down
This is my city go back to your fucking farm farm
So bitch before you speak you should
Know where i come from from
(Refrain)
Come on bitch who you trying to fool?
Spitting your shit all over the internet
But when we face suddenly you want rules
You said we cool and when you spill the tea
It’s all over the news
(Chorus)
Fake ass bitches it’s like a syndrome
Counting dicks and money
Don’t tell you got freedom
To talk shit about me
You better come to the podium
You want to fight?
You want to speak?
Talking crazy on a keyboard
Making you a lame ass bitch
You better get on your knees
(Verse 2)
How many times you get into the vortex
And then cry how you drown
You need a psychologist
You open the gate you released the beast
How can you say you pure
When i’m the one you always preach
You can pray pray
I’m god if you want mercy
You better pay pay
Get out of my way way
It’s been a long day
No matter what you saying
No matter what are you playing
If it’s my business
It’s a high radiance
I don’t need a polygraph to know you a liar
I don’t need x-ray to reflect your ass
You said you look fine but you look like trash
You don’t got a good form
You know how to act
(Chorus)
Fake ass bitches it’s like a syndrome
Counting dicks and money
Don’t tell you got freedom
To talk shit about me
You better come to the podium
You want to fight?
You want to speak?
Talking crazy on a keyboard
Making you lame a ass bitch
You better get on your knees