Justina Valentine
Justina Valentine
Justina Valentine
Justina Valentine
Justina Valentine
Justina Valentine & Chris Webby
Justina Valentine
Justina Valentine
Justina Valentine & B. Simone & Vena E.
Justina Valentine
Justina Valentine
Justina Valentine &
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Justina Valentine
I’m gettin real real sick of these hating ass hoes
Always on my body everywhere that I go
If they see me in person then they’d be like goals
Nickname Tommy bitch you could get Ghost
Is it 'cause I show love and they never show it back
Or you man saying that he think I’m a whole snack
You gon' leave with toe tags If I don’t hold back
This the only L that I pass to her hold that
I’ll get a hoe smacked
No I won’t get my hands dirty
I got some dogs out in Jersey
That squirt if u thirsty
And they will do it for 30
Why you think that they say we dirty
You bitches is nerdy
Giving out brain like a tutor
You only tough behind computers
Get cock like a rooster
Let me go throw on my strap on
Fuck you up in ways you not used to
Why I gotta prove to
Everyone that I’m the most skilled
Do shit that they these bitches could never
I don’t get tired
Runnin' these laps around bitches
Rap ain’t even my main endeavor
You bitches are mild
I’m spicy as hot sauce
Ya insides are steaming, no need to pretend
You lucky that I am the underdog
'Cause of my color I’ll rip off my skin
Then I turn to a beast and a monster a maniac brainiac
Rippin them vowels apart
I’ll be chummin the water I’m usin ya blood and ya organs and then I devour ya heart
Imma cannibal animal Hannibal damnin' you
You never had a real chance
Oh they gunnin' for me and got something for me
Time to change your plans I’m too advanced
You thought I’m behind you
That’s laughable
Bitch I’m just passin you
Who the fuck gassing you stop
I’m goin vegan
Please do not give me a reason to beef
You just corn on the cobb
Hoe you a low hanging fruit
No one checkin for you
I’m the crème de la crème of the crop
Use my own pen to make me a bop
A prayer for the haters
Amen to the opps
They said I’m unforgettable
Highly edible
I been my eatin my pineapple
I’m So Ncredible
Rice and vegetable
Beet the beat up
I might have to
There’s no competitors
That’s ahead of her
I’m in a league of my own
Only compare me to rappers
Who come off the dome
That can sing and who write their own songs
Oh shit that list is diminishin
Starts and then finishes
That’s what the business is
There have been witnesses
To all my greatness
But due to the fakeness
I’m too underrated
They act like they hate it
But I do not care for that superficial shit they do
I do not wanna kiki
I’m undeniable
Quite a fireball
Shit Thank God for TV
Just Spit it was written by Justina Valentine.
Justina Valentine released Just Spit it on Sat Mar 28 2020.