Yeah
All these fake rap bitches
Trying to act like they motherfucking original
Like they didn’t come in the game and steal some other bitch style
Like they didn’t come in the game on some other bitch shit
Trying to act like they somebody mother
Bitch you somebody son your goddam self
Kim’s son
I don’t know what they talkin’
And I don’t know what these chicks be talkin’
You Kim’s Son
You was fed some raps
You was a record clone
You Biggie’s son
They created you
To try to takе over the throne
You Kim’s Son
Taking ovеr her style
And we ain’t heard real in a while
You Kim’s Son
Well now bitch you screwed up
And bitch it’s a Carrington night
And bitches I’m new to the show
And bitches I’m real bout it bout it
Chicks wanna talk about this and that some shit
Bitch I’m coming for you and all your clique
Talking to me
Ha ha
That’s nice
I’mma step in the game
I’mma find out where we lie sis
Scary like Jason
And all of my raps is abrasive
My standards for rap style is changing
And all of my bitches amazing
Acting like they don’t know
Where they style came from
They fronting they Kim’s Son
Trying to do all this rap shit
They Kim’s Son
All of them is fronting
They Kim’s Son
Trying to steal her whole style
How your ass is home grown
We all know
It’s Kim’s Son
She ain’t the queen
She Kim’s son
I got a rhyme for
Kim’s son
Chopping you bitches
Like I’m a samurai ninja
Carrington bout to get in you
Sushi noodles bitch I’mma feed you
Kim’s son
And my rhymes is raw
And I’m coming for more
Im coming for mo
Bitch im coming for mo
Bitch im coming for mo
I wanna see
And I wanna know
How you original
When you stole all of Kim’s flow
If you a connoisseur
Bitch you would know
You all be acting like you all don’t know
Bitch you a fake we told you before
I be like Biggie and kick down the door
Talk about fake it’s not just your ass
Baby your nose just dripped in the glass
I don’t care how many billboards you won
And I don’t care how much you spent on your ass
Look like some false shit
Just a Maraj bitch
Look like some goomba nes boss shit
It don’t matter how much you can floss shit
It don’t matter how much you can floss shit
It’s like a cycle
Bitches be real in denial
They let you stay up at the top
They let you stay up at the top
Like a pipeline
Not letting nobody get to the start line
Till cardi came and started a chalk line
Took all of Kim’s dynamic rap lines
Took all of Kim’s hair an her clothes style
Clone shit to me
Fake ass Barbie shit
I don’t give a fuck what might be popular
All of your life is illusion
Girl you so bright
You ain’t see what the label was doing
They feeding lies
This is the story of a rap story
They wrote all of your hits to let you know later
That you are
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
All these fake rap bitches
Trying to act like they motherfucking original
Like they didn’t come in the game and steal some other bitch style
Like they didn’t come in the game on some other bitch shit
Trying to act like they somebody mother
Bitch you somebody son your goddam self
Kim’s son
I don’t know what they talkin’
And I don’t know what these chicks be talkin’
You Kim’s Son
You was fed some raps
You was a record clone
You Biggie’s son
They created you
To try to takе over the throne
You Kim’s Son
Taking ovеr her style
And we ain’t heard real in a while
You Kim’s Son
Well now bitch you screwed up
And bitch it’s a Carrington night
And bitches I’m new to the show
And bitches I’m real bout it bout it
Chicks wanna talk about this and that some shit
Bitch I’m coming for you and all your clique
Talking to me
Ha ha
That’s nice
I’mma step in the game
I’mma find out where we lie sis
Scary like Jason
And all of my raps is abrasive
My standards for rap style is changing
And all of my bitches amazing
Acting like they don’t know
Where they style came from
They fronting they Kim’s Son
Trying to do all this rap shit
They Kim’s Son
All of them is fronting
They Kim’s Son
Trying to steal her whole style
How your ass is home grown
We all know
It’s Kim’s Son
She ain’t the queen
She Kim’s son
I got a rhyme for
Kim’s son
Chopping you bitches
Like I’m a samurai ninja
Carrington bout to get in you
Sushi noodles bitch I’mma feed you
Kim’s son
And my rhymes is raw
And I’m coming for more
Im coming for mo
Bitch im coming for mo
Bitch im coming for mo
I wanna see
And I wanna know
How you original
When you stole all of Kim’s flow
If you a connoisseur
Bitch you would know
You all be acting like you all don’t know
Bitch you a fake we told you before
I be like Biggie and kick down the door
Talk about fake it’s not just your ass
Baby your nose just dripped in the glass
I don’t care how many billboards you won
And I don’t care how much you spent on your ass
Look like some false shit
Just a Maraj bitch
Look like some goomba nes boss shit
It don’t matter how much you can floss shit
It don’t matter how much you can floss shit
It’s like a cycle
Bitches be real in denial
They let you stay up at the top
They let you stay up at the top
Like a pipeline
Not letting nobody get to the start line
Till cardi came and started a chalk line
Took all of Kim’s dynamic rap lines
Took all of Kim’s hair an her clothes style
Clone shit to me
Fake ass Barbie shit
I don’t give a fuck what might be popular
All of your life is illusion
Girl you so bright
You ain’t see what the label was doing
They feeding lies
This is the story of a rap story
They wrote all of your hits to let you know later
That you are
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
Kim’s son
( Cristal Carrington )
www.ChordsAZ.com