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braindead - gwap dead sesh lyrics

(verse 1: tyrant)
yuh b-tch, its a gwap dead sesh
we came in this thang just to f-cking make a mess
my verses are priceless cause my flow’s so free
my music is timeless you get old in a week
can i get a a game for the dope, tuck and roll
i don’t just f-ck the p-ssy, n-gg-
i f-ck her soul
i can’t f-ck, with a b-tch, if she act like a hoe
n-gg-s talk a lot of sh-t, but won’t go toe to toe
was it you in my dm’s saying you loved my audio?
fake -ss n-gg-, f-ck you, adios
boof -ss n-gg-s, y’all smokin oregano
i said f-ck the bull just by letting go
most of these dudes they be fake
i can’t fall victim to no f-ck sh-t
i want it all but what does it take
i’m trynna get it with no disruption

(verse 2: gwap mizzle)
uuhh, before you try me
boy, you better think hard
i got shooters in the house
i got shooters in the yard
i’m a gwap boy, i’m a real gwap boy
you want to be a gwap boy
but you, but you not boy
it’s a, it’s a d-mn sesh, but you can’t get in
they mad they can’t chill with us
they want to be our freind
what about back then
all that sh-t pretend
imma chop his head off
and toss that sh-t in the wind
it’s just a lil savage n-gg- hollow 2, 1, f-ckin’ 4
it’s a trip fam show, oh you know its a go
he was talking behind my back
he didn’t know i was gon’ show
now i’m right behind your back
what you talkin’ bout lil hoe
you dont like me? b-tch fight me
i got a lot of movies like spike lee
i got a lot of groupies some dyking too
but i don’t care, i just do it like nike, c-nt!

(verse 3: vic)
life must suck for a cluck
p-ssy boys know, so, we oblivious
in the cut with a tool, but my metal don’t rust
put it to his dome, i could feel his soul crush
shooting, i’m -ssuming, that my victim gon’ fuss
this semi tuck, semi gon’ bust
i’m a brown bear feed you to my cubs
see us on a track, better run
cici’s, boy we got enough
you know we stay stuffed
talking stomach and my blunts
oh, you lost somebody?
well i’m sure it wasn’t us
matter of fact, yes it was
leave ya -ss in the woods
brain dead, gwap gang
others need to toughen up, yuh
most of these dudes, they be fake
i can’t fall victim to no f-ck sh-t
i want it all, but what it does it take?
i’m trynna get it, with, no disruptions, b-tch!

(verse 4: gwap lvrd d)
i will play yo b-tch
just like a f-ckin playstation
gwap lvrd d
treat b-tches like some bacon
eat ’em up, then i’m done
ion do no f-ckin’ playin
all she wanna do is smoke
f-ck up out my face, b-tch
captain morgan and some blunts
i be feeling super great
i be up in cali
smokin’ on them stupid fruity grapes
always need my f-ckin’ drugs
only thing that keep me sane
if i do not have my drugs
my heart is full with f-ckin’ rage

- braindead lyrics

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