On The Edge (azealia Banks Diss) Lyrics - Singles - Angel Haze

All up in my back 

All up in my back 

All up in my back trying to take my track 

Rose up from the bottom of the pump like a fleshlight 

And all you weezy bumb bitches got your chest tight 

Weak bitch you couldn't beat me with your best might 

I'm burning rubbers on hoes with the condom over least 

Hold up, I'm busy killing these bitches 

If not that then I'm giving them stitches 

I'm burning them down then I'm cutting these bitches 

If they talk shit then I'm kicking they lips in 

If you talk shit then I'm kicking your lips in 

They trippin' with blunts, they literally splittin' 

I'm all in your face, I've got something to spit in 

Hold up, wait - time for recollection 

If rap is crucified, bitch I'm the resurrection 

The best kept secret - You is indiscretion 

I'm here to fucking teach em', you the fucking lesson 

You and me a wild fire to a matchstick 

I'm a fucking problem, you don't wanna add this 

Hold up - You don't wanna add this 

Better yet go learn your shoes and your bags bitch 

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Every time I hear that part for the rest of my life 

I'm gonna die of laughter 

Oh wait, wait, I was the first person to hear "Succubi" 

Oh whatever the fuck you called that weak ass diss to Jim Jones 

You know when you had bitches up in your hood trying find dirt on you 

Or like the time you were the studio with Missy Elliott 

And she was scared to be in the studio with you, remember 

Bitch I'm from the 313 

Whip the fuckin' meat cleaver out like who want beef 

Fuck you gonna do with this Diplo flow 

Dissed you on own your shit, you should dip low ho 

Wait, I want you bitches so scared that your mental break 

So you forever be broke with expensive taste 

I bet you won't leap, ol' frog ass bitch 

Pussy ass Courage the Cowardly Dog ass bitch 

Hold up 

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Or like when you were texting me about Kreayshawn, remember 

"Let's steal her fans, we're not really friends with this bitch" 

And I was like, oh ok, we're all good 

Bitch, I got ammo on you 

Bitch, you don't want war 

But we're just gonna tell what happened when we were together 

I was in the City, chillin' with a bum bitch 

You was in my text, looking for some pity, bitch 

"I'm at the bar alone on some Sex in the City shit 

My boyfriend left me, my heart finna' break" 

Bitch, you be fucking niggas on they oxygen tank 

Shit, I be making moves, bitch, plotting my fate 

Looking at you wack hoes like who's spot should I take 

Wait, Rocawear, Rainbow, now you're on your Wang shit 

Rapunzel gon' be missing like her edges and her bangs is 

Really, I was hoping you would clap first 

But either way I'mma gonna give you that work 

I'm the one everybody say you can't be 

You know it too, cause I'm the only one you ain't tweet 

Nappy-headed Chia pet, ghetto fucking Easter Bunny 

Eat up every track, Esta Noche - Munchi 

I'm like genuinely laughing on this shit 

That's why she doesn't really talk much 

Cause like I just want you to have the balls to respond to me, bitch 

Don't tell me when you're going to London for a month 

Don't say, oh, you're so 

Wait, wait, wait, wait, I see you hung out with Paul Epworth 

Did he play you the track that I ripped 

Did he play your style that I stole, bitch 

Give me the beat, let me work that bass 

He played that for me, I didn't like it 

Bitch put an album out 

I think my album's more done than yours 

And I just started a week ago 

You out here sleeping on studio floors 

Wasting money on Digi-videos and Photoshop 

Stop it, bitch