| I got a lot on my chest, so here’s my breast reduction
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| I hear the sounds of gums bumping, they ain’t saying nothing
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| I’m sick and tired of being typecast like Lindsay Lohan
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| When I’m gonna probably outlast most of these niggas flowing
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| A cover girl with the mouth of a tommy gun
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| Blow trees and I will blow you away when I’m on the stage
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| I guess that’s why I got them shivering they’re very afraid
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| I guess that’s why my checks thin cause dem hate
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| They steady instigatin' on what they hate on
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| I’m the rainbow bridge like a pack of 50 crayons
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| Cause I ain’t got no beef with no body
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| But those bodies need to realize that this is no hobby
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| I ain’t your hook girl, boo, I’m your feature
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| And I don’t need your attention because of my features
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| I swear to God I feel like a piece of meat every time I’m walking home or even
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| a block from lake street
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| Man, give me room the only rapper with a womb that will spit that 16 bars to
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| send you rappers to the tomb
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| Me and my crew we ain’t playin' around
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| Cause ever since we landed we just been the talk of the town
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| While I talk I remember those who paid the price
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| I lost my pops man I wish he was alive
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| I can’t let go of the past, he never heard me rap
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| So I carry his spirit on my back in Minneap
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| Lizzo in this thing so great, to complement my shape
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| Nicknamed hot dish complements of the state
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| I see you hungry niggas
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| Here you go, some steak
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| I guess you are what you eat
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| I guess you’re Lizzo taint
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| Apologies to my mother she thinks that I’m a saint
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| Apologies to the rappers I dusted out the gate
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| Yo, I see you munching on my plate
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| Rip to any beat I meet, see ya
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| All these hoes wanna suck my (gasp)
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| But I don’t got a (gasp) so I tell them «deal with it»
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| All these niggas wanna ride my (gasp) but I don’t got a (gasp) So I tell them «deal with it»
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| I peter piper picked a plain pepper and gave it spice
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| Paprika, eureka, I see ya pow! |
| pow!
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| My mouth is a gun and the bullets that kaow! |
| kaow!
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| Are ammo of the knowledge that you don’t know
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| But know now
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| Sick and tired of these hypocrites
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| I generations to back me up
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| Mama Kirkwood and Daddy Jefferson had to deal with it so I’m done
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| They raped and murdered my ancestors
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| Hung my great uncle from a tree
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| So when I look at that maple branch I look in the mirror and say «could be me»
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| All of these niggas don’t know where I’m from
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| All of these hoes they just wanna have fun
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| Acting like junkies
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| Looking like bums
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| Lower than scum
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| What’s lower scum
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| What’s lower than dumb?
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| The ignorance displayed by his insolence
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| He sprayed all the businesses
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| And laid someone’s significant other and mother and brother in the streets
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| Who said that was OK?
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| Who said that was cool?
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| I said it was cool
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| So what’s all the blues, bitch
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| Take a dip the city’s swimming in blood pools |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot Dish , by - Lizzo. Song from the album LIZZOBANGERS, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп