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tekky freestyle - young gleason lyrics

[intro]
okay, big chat, i got more big bars than ashton’s diet, quit that
“he’s repeating bars, and he already did that”
shut the f*ck up c*nt, do you wanna get b*tch slapped?

i got a cl!ck*clack, reload and go again, those ain’t tic tacs
each bar pure as lead, one shot and you dead, this ain’t a jib*jab
she got a big bag, big bad, big back, stop

[chorus]
i mean, how many times do we have this dance?
i’m touring the world, catch me out in france
i made kieran rap well, he must be feeling stressy
one shot and you dead, that’s why we call it tekky

[bridge]
(hahah) and you still think you’re on my level?
i’m a rebel, you a worker, here’s your partic*p*tion medal!

[verse 1]
here’s a trophy, catch me in the odeon, flow holier than the holiest
my bars ain’t the cosiest, cos they heavy on the truth like oprah was
i mean you’re bis*xual, but i got this pr*ck moving straight
more predictable than the weather, i got this b*tch irate

i sent 6 disses in a week, this pr*ck dropped 2, he’s weak
i’m like kendrick in this b*tch, and i’m done moving sleek
i said “give up and surrender”, i guess you wanna be a pretender
cos i’m about to drop some bombsh*lls like the world*ender
[chorus]
i mean, how many times do we have this dance?
i’m touring the world, catch me out in france
i made kieran rap well, he must be feeling stressy
one shot and you dead, that’s why we call it tekky

[verse 2]
i have a revelation* oh wait*wait*, i forgot what it is
more nosebleeds than good bars, i wasn’t taking the p*ss
your track was mediocre, i thought this was a lyrical fight?
flipped out about the loli accusations, you got something to hide? (hmm)
friends with miller cos you’re a pr*ck (get it?)
only chick you’ll ever touch is your own f*cking d*ck (get it?)
i got more plants than you got common sense (hmm)
who knew a shadow could be so f*cking dense?

[bridge]
hahah. it’s over
it’s over
you know what?
just because i can

[verse 3]
i’m cruel with the wordplay, no way you can ever compete
gave you a shot at the king, you landed at the feet (defeat)
you missed little b*tch, i’ll leave you like aaron paul
or ashton’s b*lls (talking about being bald)
i’m bold in the odeon, that’s why they love my pics
ain’t talking race but you know the ‘flave is h*lla mixed
(hold on, hold on)
[bridge]
i’m like a soviet brit, (i don’t know what the f*ck i’m saying)
wait* no * i got it* i’m both parts sh*t (haha)

[outro]
call me a dyslexic lightswitch, the way i bring the light*b*tch
you’ll need an eye clip, for all the mozzarella and wine dip
hahahahah* f*ck

- young gleason lyrics

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