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what ya'll gonna do? - ceeingee lyrics

[intro]
okay
( let me think… what should i rap about?)
yeah… man i’mma bring out another diss to ya’ll since icy pop
“the most hated rappader ever”
in fact, i’m known as icy pop too… making another pop alb-m
man… let me think about dissin’ ya’ll, again
ready for destruction f-ckers… another f-ck up
now, this is a long intro
i don’t care… let’s see how i can f-ck you up
“cee is a punk -ss… he’s a big baby”
“let’s f-ck him up”
“what the f-ck… did i just watch”
“ceeingee is a f-ckin’ joke… (muss0n battle sample)”
“they hate you ceeingee, they really do”
“they hate you ceeingee, they really do””
“they hate you ceeingee, they really do”

[verse 1]
f-ck ya’ll… i’m back on yo -sses with another diss
actin’ hard, for real ya’ll ain’t got toughness
you got toughless, that’s a fact of this
i’m part of a good duo now, with my friend sunrigan
all you -sses are wack… then again… sunrigan doesn’t even like to rap
he backs out, f-ckin’ sh-t out
now, a stab at ya’ll with some f-ck ups
only way is glasgow, i’ll f-ck up a stupid hoe
i started rappad in 2015, people was alright with me then
now they’re so f-ckin’ wack… that suth too
callin’ me r-t-rded… f-ck you man… this has just started
yeahz, why you so c-cky?
you ain’t an og… you just a f-ckin’ spaz, okay
frat, you too… a lame -ss f-cker who will be shot with a pistol
grab an ak, go over ocean and k!ll ye
never mess with a glesga boy, it’s a f-ckin’ bad idea
suth, just suck a d-ck
muss… you lame -ss f-ckin’ diss to me was just cr-p
sayin’ i’m a joke, you’re a joke
i’ll be your man behind ya, watching ya about to choke
hit ya with a bullet, you probably be smokin’ a joint, you’ll never see it coming
as wack as you are… i’ll never f-ckin’ burn you in a car
i’ll burn you in h-ll… once i put your face in the fire
as i ain’t gonna be your best rapper… i’ll be on yo -ss, trynna f-ck up yo -ss. yup
i’m true, as a f-ckin’ pimp
strollin’ through the hood, walk a limp
muss… who died?
bet it was your gf… because she saw your face yo
i’m leavin’, got one question for ya’ll befo i go… what ya’ll gonna do?

[hook]
what ya’ll gonna do?
what ya’ll gonna do?
what ya’ll gonna do, do?
i bet nothin’, cause ya’ll wack -ss ain’t got somethin’

[verse 2]
what the -ss say, when i take out an ak
i’m a villain, according to muss… i’m a joke
i should be overdosed with c-ke
in many ways i rhyme, i’mma backstabba
i ain’t got time, i’mma put ya’ll wack -ss f-cks 6 deep
laughin’ at ya’ll… probably ya’ll be dead by the time this has been said
ya’ll are so doofus
so full of p-ss, in your words
ya style… burnsyboy tryin’ to diss ceeingee but it didn’t work
i’m still making music and laughing at that what a tit video
you scared of me, i know that now
many f-ckers wanna f-ck me up, i know why i’m hated so i ain’t gonna ask how
the why in glesga so think f-ckin’ with me is a good idea and then you’re thick
i got rhymes so sick, it’ll break ya necks like a stick
giving up what ya’ll think… once i’m off the sick i’ll be making money like rick
i don’t give a sh-t about what you think, i’d rather drink a bottle of bleach from the sink
you stink… you really do
people even forgot about you
how sad is that… probably the same might happen to me
i don’t care because i’ll even k!ll every rappad user
gingerslim, where the f-ck are you man?
wcr, you irish backstabber
as i’mma say you got no good raps, ha
i’ll f-ckin’ go down to ireland and f-ck ya up
i remember when you were nice to me on here, until you became a f-ckin’ pr-ck
i hope you broke, motherf-cker… just choke
soon i’ll be wadding money about like i’m not even spending
think you smart-ss… bet you are
my raps are f-ckin’ sick as fire… so f-ck ya
i’mma smack ya a thousand with this yo
so what ya’ll gonna do?

[hook]
what ya’ll gonna do?
what ya’ll gonna do?
what ya’ll gonna do, do motherf-ckers?
i bet nothin’, cause ya’ll wack -ss ain’t got somethin’

[verse 3]
grab that ak, i said…
grab that ak, i said…
grab that ak, i said…
and when i’m comin’ up at ya’ll lawns… i’ll be shooting down the flowers
f-ckin’ up people for hours
it’s time to see, the f-ckin’ mc that is illest than most of ya’ll
the things they say went a little too far
my pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar
running faster than a driving car
so, most f-ckers should just show that they’ve been wack f-ckers
once i reach mtv, ya’ll be wanting to love me
i ain’t up for p-ssy -ss f-ckin’ b-tches
wantin’ to be nasty to me, but then ya’ll be wanting to be my homies after
it’ll be like bein’ friends with a paranoid arthur
took a budweiser and felt like to vomit, i’m drunked easy
so f-ckers gonna be f-ckin’ wit ceeingee
i’m gonna f-ck ya’ll up… ya’ll wack -ss f-cks
thinkin’ it’s a good time… let me diss ya’ll in a rhyme
sh-t… wack non-dope d-ck f-cks, wanna me be their b-tch
f-ck this… i’m leaving… for good now… ain’t a joke like last time

- ceeingee lyrics

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