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letra de 6lock 17 - lil 6lock 17

(intro)
all these p-ssies talk sh-t
(they what?)
they still, ain’t, really, bout, it
(p-ssy)
yeah
(shoot ‘em, call me)
lil 6lock
(verse)
you say that my sh-t is trash
you gon say that i can’t rap
well b-tch, ima show you, who the real goat is
you, little dumb, c-cksucker, slit your throat b-tch
actin’ like you tough but really he just tryna sneak diss
(p-ssy b-tch)
i told you once before, don’t make me go to war
because your head is off the sword, pick the pen, and write some more, because what you spit, just got me a bore
(so bored)
but what i spit, make me get f-ckin’ wh0res
(yeah them thots)
since i spit and i l!ck, on these f-ckin’ p-ssies
surprised, you still wanna fight, after, my, big win. once you pick the pen, you already lost the win
you’ll, lose the fight you picked, with the blade stab you like, a, mothaf-ckin’ pr-ck
if you haven’t noticed, man, rap is my god-d-mn shiv
(stab ‘em up)
let’s pick it up, let’s get right to the f-ckin’ biz
hit ya right, left gon call these biceps, and, triceps
stand back, like five steps, here comes the right kick
you say i ain’t got nothin’, to, say, but i can’t, hear a f-ckin’ word you say, can’t even feel any shot you spray, axe, you up, throw your body in the lake
you wish you had somethin’ more clever to say
(but you don’t)
you’s a f-g, actin’ g-y, but my bullets they go straight
yes, these bullets they gon spray, right in you f-ckin’ face
quit actin’ like a lame, you best stay in your lane
(skrrt skrrt)
me at the top, with the game, with the fame
you at the bottom, pobrecito, stop the drama
me and you, were like good friends, but then, you turned your back on me, nothin’ you say can ever offend me
nothing you say can ever affect me, unlike you, ima god, like a perfect me
(k!ll you in your sleep)
thought that you’d understand, we were brothers, how bout that?
now i gotta c-ck the gat, didn’t have to come to that
i would have always had your back, now you the opposition, that i’ll attack
(shot your back)
b-tch, your f-ckin’ bars are wack, that smoke, is nothin’ but some crack
leavin’ you off of my track, can’t have you spittin’ none of that
think i lost a friend at that, your brains, lil 6lock, gon make ‘em splat
(and crack)
ima make it by myself, i don’t need your f-ckin’ help
talkin’ bout run it back, but b-tch, you need to shut, your trap
‘fore i c-ck the strap, b-tch but, this ain’t no cap
tho at least i have a heart, let my pen to do the hurt
(pen is my sword)
“you wanna try and k!ll me?”
dare you to come near me
“you think that i fear you?”
but you can’t compare to
me with these words, i just k!lled this verse
just put you ina he-rs-, stop tryin’ you can’t burst
(pop)
me like a bubble, smash your grave into some rubble
but pour one out for the lost soul, he couldn’t admit, this was his fault

- lil 6lock 17

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