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lil no one - problem solver lyrics

(-background people talking in hotbox-
yo what’re you doing?
i wa– i was just about to roll a blunt… i’m not tryna spit
you gonna let it play?
-yuh
alright
aye
aye
aye
yah
aye
ya.)
f-ck a 40
where’s my shorty?
yeah let’s go get hitched
bend her over and pistol whip her with the tip of my own d-ck
quit puffin on those reggies boy, you’ll make me f-cking sick. (puke)
if any of you have a problem b-tch i’ll see you in the pit
(aye. aye. aye. aye.)
run your mouth, keep going and your problems keep growing
when the time comes yeah, your man ain’t showing. (aye)
lemme look a p-ssy boy in the face, talking mad heat like he owns this place. (aye)
we the sad boys, yeah we here to stay
putting f-ck boys in the f-cking grave. (aye hahaha)
once a little b-tch, always talking mad sh-t like you begging to get hit then throw a mad fit
didn’t go your way, so like a b-tch you stay talking sh-t far away so you don’t catch a fade
watch how you speak, get swooped underneath, chains locked on your feet, skin scr-ping down the street. b-tch
(hahahaha you ready?)
drop a round outta nine take a life, not mine
not this time
mother f-cker gonna find silver in his mind. (yah hey hey hey hey)
heading down, outta town
low down while the 12 snope around
took the crown so they’ll never gonna find out. (yah hey hey hey hey)
chilling off the grid with a homie and his kid
yeah this b-tch got me tripping over sh-t that you did
(yah hey hey hey hey)
like to talk a lot, when the gat gets c-cked seems like all your mother f-cking talking just wanna stop. (yah hey hey hey hey)
choke on my revolver
yeah it’s called the problem solver
and it would love the f-cking honor just to pop you off the alter
(hey hey hey hey)
call me the father my tools an absolver for death and your life will be pardoned. (hey hey hey hey)
call me the artist, pop holes in your carc-ss, so the reaper just come and you’re harvest. (hey hey hey hey)
you got your karma, in form of an arma
did you forget that i’m a leader and b-tch this is sparta
(hey hey hey hey yah
hahaha
-inhales-
coughs
was that spitting enough for you?
yo f-ck anyone talking sh-t.)
spartan kick a b-tch
right up off a cliff
spartan kick a b-tch
right up off a cliff
spartan kick a b-tch
right up off a cliff
spartan kick a b-tch
right up off a cliff

- lil no one lyrics

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