paroles de chanson Backstabber - Maxømøa

No place For backstabbers and fake bros
Talking BS isn't okay, yo
Just step back if you meet me/
Fists are Cena, you can't see these
Fuck your theories, your missing manner
That's real talk more than a bit of temper
So fuck off, fuck you, and the shit you blabber
You found the exit; don't care if you exist
If your go to is my ex, shit
Know my place, like on an axis
Shit cuts deep just like an axe hit
Fuck yes, I'm back on this
You leave in a body bag on this
Need ages for your whack ass shit
Meanwhile my team got a bag of hits
Bag of hits for y'all, massive hits in your face, man
I'm going worldwide, while you're still in your mumsys basement
I'm winning, Space jam, you rap on free beats for Youtube
Funny that your ex wants to meet me way more than you do
And yeah you called me bro, and yeah I should have known
That you are just a waste man, and a bitch man had to go,
Yeah I hoped for so long, but now the time is over
Houston we just got a problem, the patient just fell in coma

Ay mate, f your shit and f your back stabbing
F your videos, your pictures, and your bad rapping
F your face, f your style, Yeah f all of it
Stop, shut up, yeah we call it quits
Ay mate, fuck your shit and fuck your back stabbing
Fuck your videos, your pictures, and your bad rapping
Fuck your face, fuck your style, Yeah fuck all of it
Stop, shut up, yeah we call it quits

No place for BS, no place for all the shit that you talk
Half assing songs, and then demanding a round of applause
Shit who are you? Remind me, who are you? I don't know
You stayed inside your fucking walls, while I made songs round the globe
And I waited for your verse, I think it hits a year now
You rather chill with ex-girls, and play some rounds of beer pong
It's okay, I don't mind, not at all, fuck
Just saying, got no time for some fraud
Shit I'm better than that, don't need this
You calling me bro? can't believe it
Oh lord, what happened to the realness?
Waste mans becoming to tedious
And annoying, get on my nerves
They are on pause, I put in work
Better fuck off, yeah right away
You're not with me, then you're in my way
So get out, stay out, you're no part of the circle
And I don't care if that shit hits like a curfew
This is no hate speech, fuck, I'm just ending shit
NoI'm not envious, I'm languorous/
Means I never gave a shit

Ay mate, f your shit and F your back stabbing
F your videos, your pictures, and your bad rapping
F your face, f your style, Yeah f all of it
Stop, shut up, yeah we call it quits, you know what?
Fuck your name, fuck your plan, and fuck your lifestyle
Fuck your numbers over friends, here's your limelight
Fuck your ego, fuck your dreams, yeah fuck all of it
Stop taking the piss, shit i'm done with it