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letra de you lost her. (tyler diss) - zav

[verse]
(tory on the beat)
yeah i took your b-tch, but nah she ain’t got call me daddy, uh (haha)
ima smoke tyler, put him in a blunt, a fatty huh (cough)
roll his ass up, then i roll of in a caddy uh (vroom)
come take ciara back, nah i do not want a fatty uhh (haha)
catch his ass lackin, we gonna pop him like an addy uhh (brahhh)
leave his momma cryin, put his birthday in a tatty uh (haha)
said he wanted smoke, but he ain’t drop a f-ckin addy huh (b-tch)
brook left your p-ssy ass, yeah she left you daddy huh (haha)
beat your sorry ass, p-ssy, ima leave you maddy huh (bah bah)
little short ass can’t touch me, you need a laddy huh (haha)
kinky ass boy, what you wanna be l!cked? (ughhhh)
ima take your sh-t, boy i really hit a l!ck (yuh)
she ain’t yours no more, she gaggin on my d-ck (ughhhh)
i got some sh-t to tell you, but you’d be sick (blahhh)
got your ass beat by a female, you not vick (nah)
lost in court, b-tch we lightin you like bic, huh? (lighter fl!ck)
chockin on the smoke, p-ssy boy this ain’t no nic (cough)
totin two twin uzis, b-tch i’m really wick (grahhh)
weirdo ass rapist, with a b-tch, no you can’t kick (nah)
leave yo ass bl–dy, man i’m gonna plead the fifth (haha)
ima beat the case, but nah you ain’t (nah)
come get yo b-tch back, oh wait, you can’t (haha)
spray his house up, man we did it like some paint (grahhh)
you a f-ckin rapist, boy you ain’t no f-ckin saint (nah)
yo ex b-tch on a call
bullets hit him, he gon fall
slump his ass against the wall
b-tch we really ball
you ain’t got no friends, b-tch, who you gonna call?
ima big dog, b-tch i really f-ckin maul
you ain’t on sh-t, boy you barley five feet tall
you stay losin, b-tch you on a downfall
cracker ass boy, whatchu rock, some overalls?
lil fruity boy, you gonna play with them dolls
all your shots be missin, you be shootin air b-lls
call us vans the way the bullets ricochet off the walls
b-tch i dare you to try
see how fast you gon die
this ain’t a f-ckin lie
put you with your grandpa up in the sky
bullets fly
in court you really cry
i wonder why?
prolly cause she left yo ass
left yo ass in the past
[outro]
f-ck you tyler
get some b-tches
p-ssy ass loser
you really had to- you really had to rape to get some p-ssy
that’s f-ckin sad as sh-t
uhhhh haha
you’re not gonna be sh-t
you’re worthless
hope you die p-ssy

- zav

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