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Shystie
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Doppelgänger
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 shit in hip-hop way
Don't be a weak bitch and start direct tweeting me bullshit
Either get in the booth, pussy, or shut your mouth!
Let me tell you about this crazy bitch
Chest so flat, call her table tits
Pulled my video on some hater shit
Cause she bipolar (dopplegänger)
On WhatsApp, I'm her favorite
Now I dont even know who Azealia is
I must've been talking to a (dopplegänger)
I was in Harlem, where the bitch 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 pussy 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 fucker and a (dopplegänger)
(Doppelgänger) You're a silly motherfucker 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 bitch is a retarded (Dopplegänger)
Well, that's just the way she is
Two faced bitch, with a mouth full of shit
Knew from start if I pulled that wig
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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 sucking 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 motherfucker 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 shit your pampers
Jump on a plane and bitch 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, fuck this bitch, stick a dick in this ho
Tell this buck tooth pigeon, forget it, I'm cold, coz her career ending's inevitable
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
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