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letra de trap dead (diss track)(ft. lil veteran) - kemboy

trap dead (diss track)(ft. lil veteran) lyrics
[intro]
(i would die)
(gosha)

[verse 1]
ay, ay, ay, yo beating on his ass fell like hour at a time droppin’ bars, it got ya speechless like a f-cking pantomime, yeah you trap all of my n-ggas but you didn’t did it well, and your momma said you trippin’ ’cause my b-tch is like a crybaby, i’m am kelly wallison b-tch, yeah you ain’t tryna fall of me, and i’m gettin out my gun, and i’m gonna shoot you with hundred shots
and you trappin’ all my n-ggas, ’cause you b-tches broke as sh-t by one and two n-ggas, b-tch punch ’em in the face
f-cked your gangster in my house, oh, maybe a double
i just got my n-ggas back, ’cause you tryna k!ll our n-ggas (you stupid)
little b-tch tryna k!ll all my n-ggas, i like who does yeah, we like to f-ck up on that b-tch and n-ggas, we don’t do
in the back of a car i made a hit and you p-ssed off, like my music, i’ma the boy, and i gon’ lift off, bars so hard but you need it ’cause yo’ b-tch suck, kelly w kemboy you mad? you can get yo’ sh-t rocked, tryna talk sh-tty on my name on your city, you pick me girl but ain’t n0body gonna choose you, b-tches helped out in the end but their support is trash
take that article you sent us, shove it eight feet up your —
show them lil veteran you must be some legend we go down on all these b-tches, like my name victor ethan, you gave the n-ggas shoguns but for you, you never mention
now just go back to your school, kid, you just got detention

[verse 2: lil veteran with kemboy]
kemboy hit me up, told me “hop up on this track”
’cause some p-ssy took their b-tches, but we f-ckin’ got them back
veteran be packin’ on yo f-ckin’ ass, b-tch, just run that back you a rat and i’ma pull up on yo sh-t (skrrt), h-llcat yeah, you really think you did something, but we just do not care
think we pressed over some kid hunched over in a street home
who got bed bugs on his pillow and got lice up in his hair
really care? yeah, right, stalkers wanna fight
but yo mama in the freezer, hosting c-ckroaches on ice
writin’ songs just like song singer but i ain’t goin’ light
i’m a lethal f-cking k!ller no b-tch you are not
man, this p-ssy thought his toaster was a f-cking robot ass
dumbass little kid, who the f-ck he think he is?
you can hack these f-ckin’ nuts and go and suck up on this d-ck
we the drippy sauce team, broke b-tch you cannot see us yeah, this kid was on p-wn stars tryna sell his t–th for two peanuts (broke boy)
[outro: lil veteran and kemboy]
i’m really gonna get into the pack in ya fatass now
cum in a bun
yo body build like a discombobulated philosophical buffalo
disabled crip’ walking crawfish robot boy
doin’ the cha-cha slide with seventeen naked mole rats
in your bas-m-nt with your grandma
it’s like a simultaneously b-tt f-cked
by fifteen chimpanzees dressed up as the wiggles
and they were singing, “fruit salad, yummy, yummy”
while they were eating your ass out in a dirty toilet
boy, you ugly as sh-t
run that sh-t back

-shoots-
die

- kemboy

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