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savni vahlie - little bitch lyrics

started out first
with my own verse
ain’t waiting for wil’s turn
warning, the following disses will burn
sight of you makes me mad with your bucket and g-y shirts
you was an accident, f-ck your day of birth
you put in some g-y work, call that sh-t rappin’?
laugh at my sk!lls? b-tch you bout to get clapped in
in a tribe with a bunch of wack men
drop a sh-tty mixtape-how much p-ssy can that get?
none, let this be a warning not to f-ck with me
by the way, what’s it like down there at five foot three?
my bad, you’re five four, five foot five?
give me a one on one b-tch lets see your small -ss survive
you p-ssed off a giant, walked into a bee hive
i’ll go a bit softer if not you’ll be cryin’
see im a nice guy, so i’ll get you a tissue
you can’t rap dawg, your sk!lls are misused
heard you movin out of you house-see there’s an issue
you away from home, but your parents won’t miss you
one two three your rhymes won’t catch me
i’d love to see you rap to a fast beat
wil, remember what you told me last week?
you said i’d be sh-t you can’t f-cking touch me
one on one i would use my hands to clench you
take you down? b-tch i can f-cking bench you
think about it you said you was gonna make me cry
b-tch i can murder you, slaughter you
make you die
lift your 90 pound -ss then i’ll make you fly
high, higher than you’ve ever been before
b-tch i’ll sh-t on your mixtape then i’ll sh-t on your floor
this ain’t war
just me comin’ round breaking down your door
scene filled with gore
i’ll beat you some more
feed off your soul, torture you
b-tch i’m eating at your core
but you know what for, thats what happens when you diss
ruining your house is a memory i miss
but now, it looks like you’ve turned into a queer
i should smack you up and deafen your other ear
here, i’ll even help you with your track
you’re gonna talk about helen, call me fat
say i try to be sick, talk about the a and e hat
its obvious man you’re f-cking worse than wack
do something with your life other than rap and blaze
what you gonna “f-ck my b-tch in a hundred different ways?”
you’re a waste
with a fish lookin’ face
unprepared for the embar-ssment you’re about to embrace
just in case you didn’t realize, you’re not a lyrical g*nius
you may as well just steal lines, won’t expose your weakness
i’ll make a g*nius page, just so you can read this
i know you’re deaf in one ear, just for your convenience
i’ll put a shirtless guy on the cover cuz i know you won’t resist
i’m beefing with a fish i can’t f-cking believe this!
jokes aside, i got nothing to hide, i’m steady
wil e.b., why don’t you tell us you’re g-y already?
people are gonna realize i can spit on the mic too
before you started rapping, people actually liked you
mans were laughin, least you said you ain’t hood
listening to your mixtape is hard, it’s just not good
b-tch i’m roasting chickens like i’m at the beach
words peel your skin cuz you soft as a peech
you’re a p-ssy do ya queef i’m a vet, a geezer
in stussy going at your t–th with the tweezers
lyrics acrobatic, i’m like rey mysterio i hit you with the 619
till ya hear static in ya stereo, in the 6 with one 9
my words hurt like a racket there ya go, fix yo rhymes
picking up rachets and you talk sh-t, i dare you to write one line!

- savni vahlie lyrics

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