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Disclaimer
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Disclaimer was released on September 12, 2021 by Duetti as a part of the album Sleazy
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AlbumSleazy
Release DateSeptember 12, 2021
LabelDuetti
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SleazyWorld Go
SleazyWorld Go
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Isaac
Joseph Isaac
Songwriter

Lyrics

Beef done got dedly
When I slid, the opps had butterfingers, they could not catch me
You would think the glizzy called net the way the Glock wet him
Pull up, get to dumpin' this thirty until the Glock steadies, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Man, they know what the fuck goin' on
Ayy (Drilltime, what you cookin' up, ****?)
Swap the Glocks out for the Dracs, the beef done got deadly
When I slid, the opps had butterfingers, they could not catch me
You would think the glizzy called net the way the Glock wet him
Pull up, get to dumpin' this thirty until the Glock steady
Sleazy don't do shit he rap about, he cappin' in them raps
Ain't nan' **** alive right now could vouch for that
Name a **** played with me like I'm pussy, I got doubt in that
Any **** speakin' down on my name tryna get clout from that
Ayy, ayy, ayy, tryna get clout from me
Fuck around, lost his life for that fame, he was a clout dummy, crashin'
Everybody wanna say I ain't gotta pass him the Glock
Sneak dissin', I'd be wrong if I start passin' **** shots
**** don't know me, but my name all in they mouth, get off my dick
I don't expose hoes, if I did, half of you ****'d be sick
Keepin' it P, I ain't gon' speak on what I did to your lil' bitch
****' baby mamas got fucked next to they kids, hoes ain't shit, yeah
Treat ****' block with these mops like we clean up
Hit him all in the back of his head, his taper got cleaned up
Dropped, "Sliding," since then, **** ain't been able to keep up
**** be pussy, we treat 'em like hoes, we tell 'em link up
**** ain't gon' pop shit but they bitch
'Cause she a fan, **** can't stand 'cause all they be playin' is my shit
I know **** don't like me, I understand
'Cause you a man and I was nuttin' all in her mouth, them pretty white teeth
Swap the Glocks out for the Dracs, the beef done got deadly
When I slid, the opps had butterfingers, they could not catch me
You would think the glizzy called net the way the Glock wet him
Pull up, get to dumpin' this thirty until the Glock steady
Sleazy don't do shit he rap about, he cappin' in them raps
Ain't nan' **** alive right now could vouch for that
Name a **** played with me like I'm pussy, I got doubt in that
Any **** speakin' down on my name tryna get clout from that (Drilltime, what you cookin' up, ****?)
Written by: Joseph Isaac
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