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letra de buy yew - upchurch

[intro]
aw no, n0body wants to throw stones no more bro
church, ha

[verse 1]
d-mn son, i thought you was the diss king
never took an “l” until you tried to come impress me
now i gotta write a beat like it’s summer
out thuggin’ with my buddies stuntin’ on some jet skis
respond jet speed, keep on lettin’ me own
everythin’ in this lane that you’re tryna leach from
one of my songs is bigger than your life long catalog
you never know the feelin’ of havin’ arenas sing along
can’t be jelly that you never popped
the biggest that you ever got was hangin’ with jelly in antioch
you wanna play with me at a gamе that you can’t control at all
better get your hеadset when i break both of your -n-logs
whatcha gon’ do? make your voice deep and talk gangsta sh-t?
if you was g-y your sissy ass couldn’t even take a l!ck
probably fall down and scream like you broke your back and your hip
on the top of a rugged mountain tip, you lil’ b-tch
how many rappers you burn, none
give me some more snare son
you ain’t matchin’ nothin’ if i ever mention a flare up (that itches, ah-hem)
but anyway quit actin’ like a heavy weight
if you a gator i could pay five bucks to hold you mate
rubber bands around your mouth but never in your pocket
who let the raghead in to show up and sign 40 artists just to rob their wallet?
ain’t n0body head bobbin’ to this arabian scam artist, d-mn
you a peon to me son no ig yellin’ we on
flashin’ the rolex you got at your cousin’s kiosk
look at his face that’s the aroma of dirty sea salt
the only time you got wraps is when you’re puttin’ your turban on
i’m takin’ shots at brabo, the game is yellin’ bravo
thinkin’ you the bomb when you out crusin’ in your tahoe
suicide yourself inside a missel silo
as-salamu alayk-m, this alligator can’t even swim at all, bro
you know you can’t compare to this
tell savannah get your cell phone and post a pic
somebody edit the cellulite up off this chick
i could play golf on the back of her thighs
call it teein’ off of on a basic b-tch
now it’s hush-hush and mako ain’t sayin’ sh-t to me
i’m sully in this motherf-cker dumpin’ all the monster inc
and you comin’ through the door ’cause bubba got the f-ckin’ keys
a bunch of kapernicks so won’t you motherf-ckers take a knee
you’re at the level of a motherf-ckin’ bumble bee
pr-nunciate your words when you motherf-ckers come to me
in this rap game everybody know that i’m a seed
you get women pregnant and dip out to go act like 17
baby buy me baby then trade it then chasin’ down all your dreams
probably got you pacin’ back and forth to like two or three
pop a couple adde’ ’cause you’re terrified to go to sleep
put numbers on your pillow so you crash thinkin’ ’bout my green
but then again, probably not
your bum ass been a trust fund baby since you was a little tot
your ideas suck, third eye got low watts
ghostwriter need a ghostwriter for a response
wipe your whole team down like a pair of nike shocks
calhoun proved you ain’t comin’ out the box
they makin’ tik-toks while you’r slidin’ in your socks
f-ck around get used like a janitory mop
i’m stay runnin’ hip-hop like i’m buggin’ from the cops
and watchin’ all you motherf-ckers pretend like you’re smart
[outro]
he uses literally like a f-ckin’ cheerleader
and then savannah walkin’ around like “literally i could rhyme b-tches with b-tches with b-tches”
f-ckin’ f-ggot, f-ckin’ dummy

- upchurch

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