Greed no more - Intellectual

[Chorus: removeface]

And don’t ever come again nobody in here fuck with you

And don’t ever come again nobody in here fuck with-

And don’t ever come again nobody in here fuck with-fuck with-fuck with-

And don’t ever come again nobody in here fuck with you

You're listening to party royale, let’s get the party started

[Verse 1: removeface]

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, things I got to say to you, motherfucker

Why the fuck you acting pussy but you claiming to be the man?

You had it coming for you, can you not seem to understand

You treated me and everybody еlse like they wеre just a fan

You called a bitch, you a criminal, you're going out sad

I’ll stick where I want to, they all got my back

And don’t change the fact your music is bad

You went on your YouTube and took that shit down

You went on 'Tube-

I get jealous when you’re acting like a victim in the crowd (I get jealous-, jealous, ja-)

Jealous when you’re acting like a victim in the crowd

He’s acting like he’s stupid, he’s acting like a clown

Give a fuck with my crew will be ten toes down

I was waiting for this shit to happen and now your going down

[Chorus: removeface]

And don’t ever come again nobody in here fuck with you

And don’t ever come again nobody in here fuck with-

And don’t ever come again nobody in here fuck with-fuck with-fuck with

And don’t ever come again nobody in here fuck with you

And don’t ever come again nobody in here fuck with

And don’t ever come again nobody in here fuck with you

And don’t ever come again nobody in here fuck with you-you-y-you

[Verse 2: Universe]

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Nigga now they all die but he act Eleven

Fucking on 20 year old but must not go to heaven

You a bitch and you know you a fake from the start

You are not Miley Cyrus, you a fucking-fucking-fucking-

Who the fuck do you think you are

Put you on the fucking chart

Who the fuck do you think you are

Put you on the fucking chart, had enough of this shit

Enough of the lies, hope you never show your face

Will take care of your body once you fucking die

Don’t want to hear your car, nigga, you are not that guy

Nine-teen year old virgin

I’m back, bitch, and I’m trying to earn it

Trying to talk shit but I got the table turning

I can see your career, just burning

You don’t earn shit don’t come back to the [?]

I’m gonna fuck up on your mom, I’m feeling like the bomb

I’m feeling so calm, pocket ready for your palm

[?]

And we finna get you stomped

You’re a little too pumped and you’re living in a dump because you a fucking chump

[Outro]

Ooh, fuck *67, bitch

Oh, hahaha