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letra de libra - wyler adair

[intro]
i know i’ve been absent
but the game is off balance
i’m feeling like thanos
ay

[verse 1]
pump, xan, purpp, mosey
yachty, keed, blueface, tracy
all the sh-t you made yeah it’s all f-cking lazy
you don’t have a clue about what you’re doing maybe
you need to go back to highschool crazy
i do this sh-t on the daily
you can’t run it round here
the war has begun
and you’re getting outdone
lets start it right here
gonna make you all disappear

[verse 2]
racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, b-tch
ay, spent 5 racks on tax
ay, and i didn’t get it back
ay, all that was a joke like your tracks
ay, i’m just spitting the facts
ay, your tracks don’t slap
ay, they just make me wanna nap
ay, you deserve a slap
ay
yeah, we get it
you got racks but it’s pathetic
you flexing, i don’t get it
your brain needs a medic
you don’t deserve any credit
now go jump on reddit
i don’t like you, that’s obvious
you’re f-cking obnoxious
you’re f-cked in your subconscious
yeah
[verse 3]
xan, you haven’t left the pram
still acting like a kid godd-mn
yeah, this is your exam
shoulda never left
cos now the monies falling down
ay, your music still doing sh-t
can barely even listen to it
makes me wanna commit
after having a f-cking fit
yeah
hospitalised for hot cheetos
you’ve got no amigos
your careers hit a new low
that’s all for now, adios
yeah

[verse 4]
purpp, shouldn’t even be in the game
should be in prison
the music is still the same
flex here, flex there
but ask yourself, does anyone care?
you careers been down to pump
if it wasn’t for him you’d be in a slum
5k first week, that’s weak
your career now looking bleak
yeah
[verse 5]
mosey, listen closely
you just got a trophy
worst freestyle on xxl
now your egos dead and frail
hair looking like a mop
you deserve to get dropped
music so sh-t it’s turning people to k-pop
you’re gonna end a flop
never make it to the top
cos you’re gonna get cropped
ay

[verse 6]
yachty
lets have a party
end of your life
got the coffin ready
i bought you a teddy
i know you’re young in your mind
i know your relevancy has declined
lb3 worst album for me
please don’t release another, teehee
your careers about to drop
next record will be a flop
cos no ones gonna cop
ay
[verse 7]
keed
come off the weed
and lets agree
you need to quit
cos you ain’t fit
to spit
a verse
you might be cursed
i’ll call the he-rs-
money grow old like grandparents
it’s transparent
your raps are errant
put down the pen
and let me say amen
before we go again

[verse 8]
blueface
deadface
f-ckface
yeah
you ain’t got no intellect
you should get your brain checked
cos you’re about to get wrecked
so let me go and collect
all your sh-t and inspect
you don’t deserve no respect
to keep it benjamin frank
your raps be smelling stank
your face won’t be of rap
your mouth be spewing cr-p
you deserve a slap
all round you’re a f-cking rat
yeah

[verse 9]
tracy
you’re lazy
you look a little hazy
work on the wordplay a bit
then the bars won’t be sh-t
it’s time to admit
you need to quit
put down the pen
and don’t make me do this again

- wyler adair

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