Greed no more lyrics

[Chorus: removeface]
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck with you
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck with-
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck with-f*ck with-f*ck with-
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck 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, motherf*cker
Why the f*ck you acting pus*y 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 b*tch, 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 sh*t 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 f*ck with my crew will be ten toes down
I was waiting for this sh*t to happen and now your going down

[Chorus: removeface]
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck with you
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck with-
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck with-f*ck with-f*ck with
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck with you
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck with
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck with
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck with you
And don’t ever come again nobody in here f*ck with you-you-y-you
[Verse 2: Universe]
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
n*gga now they all die but he act Eleven
f*cking on 20 year old but must not go to heaven
You a b*tch and you know you a fake from the start
You are not Miley Cyrus, you a f*cking-f*cking-f*cking-
Who the f*ck do you think you are
Put you on the f*cking chart
Who the f*ck do you think you are
Put you on the f*cking chart, had enough of this sh*t
Enough of the lies, hope you never show your face
Will take care of your body once you f*cking die
Don’t want to hear your car, n*gga, you are not that guy
Nine-teen year old virgin
I’m back, b*tch, and I’m trying to earn it
Trying to talk sh*t but I got the table turning
I can see your career, just burning
You don’t earn sh*t don’t come back to the [?]
I’m gonna f*ck 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 f*cking chump

[Outro]
Ooh, f*ck *67, b*tch
Ooh, f*ck *67, b*tch
Oh, hahaha