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little weapon - stopabby2013 lyrics

(get on your knees n-gga, get on your knees and pray)

(verse 1):
i be f-cking them sisters no incest
who asked you, i’ll slap you with your gl-ss shoe princess
why b-tches wear bras with no t-ts
my team putting in work no aerobics
green on the tray, tell my n-ggas roll it
ciroc in my cup b-tch, and i’m taking slow sips
the way i rhyme words my be concerning ya
the ice on my watch make you catch hypothermia
and i spit that raw sh-t, so approach with caution
on this beat from hopsin, flow deadly like toxins
how many rounds can i fit up in a glock 10?
that casket will make you feel boxed in
i told your -ss to quit and now you had to come back
now i’m bout to stick your whack raps like a thumb tack
please stop it, your verses ain’t hot sh-t
you loved d-ck since it came across your top lip
thinking you hot sh-t, you not b-tch
talking all that will get you f-cking shot quick
somebody find my mind cause i must of lost it
crossed with all this nonsense, listen to what your boss says

(chorus):
i sag my pants until my -ss shows
i even slap hoes (b-tches), yea i’m an -sswhole (yea yea)
you parents hate me cause i love you (so)
tell em i said f-ck you, yeah i said f-ck you ou (yea yea)

(verse 2):
you got rolls like a bakery, which i hate to see
i’ll burn to the 8th degree. fake v-nasty
me is who they came to see, and your raps are torture
slavery. im bringing facts out, you fat cow
i spit bars till i f-cking black out
problem we could go and pull them straps out
i’ll slit your motherf-cking throat and tell you rap now
if i’m a chic pea, you a dirty tampon
ill stomp on the mic that you rap on
don’t rap you better off making camp songs
you think you smart but you rap like a d-mn blonde
tell em how you lyrics fake as sh-t
by the looks of it you eat too many bacon bits
and if i hear another song ima take your lips and
staple it, yeah i’m spreading hateful sh-t. (cause i)

(chorus):
i sag my pants until my -ss shows (yeah i’m spreading hateful sh-t)
i even slap hoes (b-tches), yea i’m an -sswhole (yea yea)
you parents hate me cause i love you (so), (yeah im spread)
(yeah im spreading hateful sh-t)
tell em i said f-ck you, yeah i said f-ck you ou (yea yea)

(verse 3):
rap ain’t for you, go try country
especially when you look like a cocaine junkie
i heard you like fat chodes in the -sswhole
they be like d-mn, i ain’t know his flow was that cold
if i’m curry sauce, you look like a dirty fox
and i wouldn’t stick a dirty c-ck inside of that furry box
by the looks of it you weren’t ready for that
everything match, even got machetes in black
flow dummy, call ed, eddy, and eddy for that
when i came out the woom i already could rap
putting rappers to sleep like you ready for naps
and i’m bout to start a war are you ready for that?
it’s crazy what people might do for self
it’s crazy what me and my crew might do for wealth
but what do what we do and we don’t do it for health
so if i hear another song i might shoot myself (cause i)

- little weapon lyrics

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