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letra de drink bleach ft. kris is dead, aceisdead, advancers - bleachboy$

[intro: aceisdead & advancers]
who’s getting f-cked?
remember the chick that i filmed? ok, it was dark and i was texting my dad and i was-
n-gg-, all i can hear in the background is you james. shut the f-ck up

[skit: kris is dead, advancers, & aceisdead]
what is this?
oh my f-cking god
what is this?
bro, what is this sh-t?
i love you, but i’m trying to listen to this n-gg-s sh-tty -ss verse and all i hear is you
what is this?
what the f-ck
(mocking lyrics)-suck a f-cking d-ck
y’all can’t be serious
crusty -ss n-gg-s
is this it?
what did he just say?
f-ck 909
[verse 1: kris is dead]
try to stay confident but your sh-t garbage
try to retort boy, i ain’t even started
c-ck back the glock, then you gon’ get blasted
swerve off a highway, die like a savage
bathing in bleach ever since i was born
f-ck with the bull boy, you gon’ get the horns
should’ve thought twice, a duo of soph-m-res
f-ck on a b-tch, bring her back, and pop yours
both of these p-ss-es trying to throw shade
whip grippin’, flick my wrist, extend my blade
both of y’all struggling just to get laid
extendo clip, let ’em rip, you got played
dump a couple bodies, here come in the crows
tell a b-tch to bend over, make her touch her toes
f-cked with the gang that you should’ve never chose
lyric game icy, got my soup froze
p-ssy boys

[verse 2: aceisdead]
i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s who just try to flex
cut your head off at the f-cking neck
bleachboy$ we run up and kill your f-cking -ss
shut the f-ck up, your music’s trash
‘you know i f-cked your b-tch,’ h-ll no you f-cking didn’t
you got a little d-ck, little b-tch
little meat i’ll grab a hoe, bet you won’t beat
f-ck a verse, i’m fired up
shooting at you, better duck
909 boys, what a joke
when it comes to d-ck i bet you choke
blood l-st on the track
your n-gg- is f-cking wack
f-ck a diss track now i’m sending f-cking shots
venom in my bullets so your blood won’t f-cking clot, yuh
wearing blue but my eyes red
better get your man ‘fore he ends up dead
ashes in my blunt like a n-gg- was smoking jews
throw you in a pot, whipping up b-tch n-gg- stew
you know a killer has to end hard
jump on your face like it’s f-cking stomp the yard
b-tch

[verse 3: advancers]
909 kids, man they sounding average
try to f-ck my b-tch but she don’t talk to f-ggots
and i try to get my level but i’m living savage
and i doubt they even know real trap sh-t, yuh
bleachboy$ gon’ bleach they motherf-cking dreams
‘here my house address,’ boy, what the f-ck you mean?
why you gotta send a fake addy?
did you use your grandma house or your daddy’s?
yuh, yuh
y’all are undercl-ssmen
please give me a break
said you want the beef, n-gg- i cook the steak
and you f-cked with the gang that’s a big mistake
and you try to front up with your life now that’s debate
what, what
y’all looking like the kids from the brady bunch
and i bet y’all ask on your moms for lunch
say you getting p-ssy but you’s the c-nts
looking at you still got milk in your cups
i’m advancing on your f-cking baby faces
seeing that you tryna get on first while i’m running up the bases
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

- bleachboy

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