Corrección Letra How Rappers Diss Each Other Now par Confusing Guy

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(Tyler!) Where's Tyler? Where's Tyler? (Tylerrr)
Where's Tyler, bruh? Where's Tyler? Where are you? (Tyler where are you?)
b*t*h ass n***a [?] Where the hell is Tyler at bruh? (Don't by shy)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait - I found 'em (Where he at?) (Where he at?)
In my blunt
Dead ass n***a! Dead ass n***a! Up the score gang! (Up the score gang, boy!) Blllrrrrrr (shootin' deer)

We comin' after you Tyler! Ain't no mystеries gettin' solved Tylеr, you dead
I see you Tyler, you dead, f**k-ass, b*t*h-ass, dead n***a
We came after yo stupid ass with F&N's and Draco's
Fat-ass momma on TV talkin bout sum "Where's my son?, Where's my baby?"
He dead, Ion know where the f**k he at
Tyler tell her where you at, she love you, you must not love yo momma
Where you at, Tyler, where you at?

Tyler, where are you?
We had followed you
Feds still can't solve that mystery
Made his fat-ass momma faint (she did)(she did)(she did)
Try to get up, he cain't
We left that n***a stank, stop dissing me!
Can't forget Lil Corey too (pu**y)
We coming after you (b*t*h)
Jay got killed in school
They still cain't find out who (cain't catch me)
Just know we smokin' 2
Crazy bro ain't slide for dude
And we all know Tristan pu**y, he got killed for acting cool (fakin)
I f**ked Lil JD b*t*h (I did)
Lil Pokerface got blitz (he did)
He died the day he dropped the diss
Brandon took the stand and snitched (pu**y)
Slapped Jason in his sh*t, made him clique up with a clique
That boy took yo chain and stick
Jit, you still ain't slide for sh*t (pu**y)
Now Lil 30 ass a lick
Finally killed him on the fifth
Feds don't got no proof I did it, but they know for sure I did (hahaha)
Jake you on the list, you gettin' killed the 26th
Stab still stuck in the 80's, we got guns, he using fists (you stupid?)
And I feel bad for Rick, they killed his brother, killed his twin (I do)
But he said, "f**k Lil Jo", so pretty soon we smokin' him (coming soon)
Yo! You said you "Gon' pull up on us, well...

BTB the crew (blrr)(blrr)
We gotta follow you (grahh)
Ha-hanging out the [?]
Sl-Slidin' in the coupe
Six shots to the tooth
We comin after you
Opps call police!
Gun go [?]
Ain't no [?]
Bullets comin' scorchin' hot
Run down wit a Glock
Straight whippin' down yo block
That's how pussies get on Fox (n***a
I don't talk a lot
(talk a lot, n***a play he gettin' clocked)

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