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DEXTERS TRAP by Bawal Clan Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

Ankthen Brown:
LEATHER FACE 👹
CATCHIN BODIES WID NO CASE 🙅🏾‍♂️
CHAIN SAW 👀
RIP YO BODY UP IN PLACE🦵🏾
FEED MY DOGS 🐶
SO YO BODY PARTS DONT WASTE ♻️
HELL RAISER ♨️
ALL THESE NAILS UP ON MY FACE 🔨
UP ON DAT TANK 🛢
I WANT DAT BANK 💰
I HIT’CHO HEAD 👨🏻‍🦱
THEN EAT DAT BRAIN 🧠
I HEAT PROPANE 🧯
AND BOOM BLAOW BLING 💎
GOT DAT THANG 🔫
BRRRRANG DANG DANG 💢

Rjay Ty:
Noong bata pa lamang ay
May nakatagong taglay
Sa gantong buhay sanay
Buti hindi sumablay
Nakahiligan ang paglalakbay
Di nagmaneho kaya sumakay
Kung kanikanino na nakisabay
Lahat ng nakabangga ay patay ugh
Kaya huwag mo kong subukan
Baka matamaan ka kapag nagkaputukan
May ilan na nagtakbuhan karamihan napuruhan
Para bang pinagplanuhan
Bakit nga ba ganito napakagulo
Puro palitan nalang ng dugo o kaya bungo
Hanggang sa walang makatayo
Di ka na makalayo
Nuevo:
Araw araw puro mga ahas sa kapaligiran
Maging sino pa man / hinding-hindi na mapipiglan yan
Nananahimik o Nag-iisip o May tiningnan
Mag-ingat lang / kundi hindi ka na ma-pagbibigyan
Rock and roll / when i lock and load / stop and go / when i pop it open
Quit the slacking / Go get to stacking / rack it up / don’t drop the token /
Step up / or get stepped on / see the cocka-roaches / and step on em
Like a pit bull / Like a python / don’t make me have to go and flex on ‘em //
What’s next / on the list / keep / giving it all that you got
Who do you call ? / No, you don not, ball / puro tahol / walang kagat /
Gulat ako / walang amat / at / naguguluhan sa pag angat
Ng / mga kababalaghan sa / nabubuong kabanata //


Lex Luthoor:
Gas Mask with a bandana, pull up and get man-handled
You talk too much and I go mental
12 gauge with that mean handle
Bitch bad like Naomi Campbell
She got a switchblade with a pearl handle
I burn trees I don't blow candles
I take drugs that you can’t handle
So if the price is right, tell me whats your price tonight (Huh)
Grave diggers ready I revoke your right to life
Disrespect all the ops, yea we fuck em up on sight
So much ice all up on me I got me a frost-bite
Forget the talking, now get to walking
My Glock erupting if you get me started
I beg your pardon you like 30 something
So quit the fronting you dirty bastard
You don’t even know me so why you gotta hate
Ima take all my money with me to the pearly gates
Mic Rahman:
Runnin around wit a poker face
Can't tell me nothin (bitch) I'm on my paper chase
Runnin the town yeah I motivate
Suckaz try ta pull me down so I stay underrated
But I don't give no shits we keep it movin
All this product see me cookin yeah I keep on pushin
Why you steppin boi I'm bouta slash!
Fuck around I leave you buried in da past
See the future, yeah we called it (recall it)
Runnin thangs coz we kingz check the history
Shit ain't even all about da ballin (swish)
But wego ballin anyway let all these suckas be