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hiphopisreal – danny myers vs. lil’ slap كلمات اغاني

[round 1: danny myers]
y’all really thought i was gonna lose to this spoiled ass kid?
n_gga, you just called me a “false god/deity”, spell that sh_t!
they thought he was gon’ stop me?
n_gga said i was humpty hump
if i knock yo’ ass out all these people gon’ be in shock, g
aye, this n_gga gonna have his lil’ bad ass bebe kids jump me
aye, i just brung myself
you said you held it down in court n_gga?
(facts)
baow! get judged by 12!
nickelodeon
spongebob
g.i. joe
transformers
jeez, how do you start for a little kid?
oh i got it …you little b_tch!
i was gon’ talk about smackin’ this chump, f_ck that, gun bars, mac and a pump
so when y’all see me with the 12 by .9 just know i got slap in the trunk!
i kick yo’ daddy out yo’ house, have him begging yo’ step mom to move back
that’s whеn he grabs you and is like, “son, thesе are cruel facts.”
that’s when you hear a noise in the kitchen, you investigate like, “who’s that??
then you see me, drinking yo’ last capri sun eating all of his fruit snacks
i do that in my draws and socks, no pajamas
he get in a stance ready to fight and show his honor
then he switch the call to facetime to show his father
then i laugh at the thought of me and slap boxin’, then open palm him
you know it’s drama, from now on you eating chex, i’m eating all yo’ fruit loops and your frosted flakes
all them times yo’ tooth fell out and you found money under yo’ pillow, that was yo’ daddy all them days!
n_gga the easter bunny ain’t real, santa claus is fake
then i lift my hand from off his face, it’s f_cked up, i’m up here with a kid talking about uppin’ the maggie
but where i’m from if you got a problem with a child, you take it up with his daddy
i didn’t set this battle up to practice on this n_gga
i set it up ‘cause i got 10 kids and i’m filing taxes on this n_gga
now give me social security number before i shoot until the glock jam
i’ll f_ck around and have slap on top of slap, we playing hot hands
god d_mn, i’m a cold n_gga, i could hit you in the body and drop you
but i’ma do something worse, i’ma let you spend a night at my house, and not even watch you
come spend a weekend with me, let me give you the run through
the ice cream truck come down the street all the kids can come too
my kids get chilli fritos, bomb pops, gum fruits, dumb juice
you? plain old vanilla ice cream, one scoop
is this what it’s come to?
i can’t get lux after all the n_ggas i put in bags?
but i get this “sorry i lied to you martin, i just didn’t want to go to arizona” lookin’ ass
i should whoop his ass, you don’t know how bad i felt for you
i wish we coulda did this on midnight madness, at least then i coulda got a belt for you
but i’m telling you, you got a shot at this battle rap sh_t, you even got ya pops involved
you better graduate from high school, don’t let smack stage be the only one you walk across
i’m talkin’ y’all, don’t let ya homeboys get you lost in the slums
you tell them n_ggas “no” if they offer you drugs
you look the the other way if they toss you a gun
aye big slap, that’s the way you talk to yo’ son!
i can give you a a for effort on the strength you tried
but i still gotta put with the names of the rest who died
so when you go to school monday and try to flex yo’ pride
[other kid]
you better have a nice swing set ‘cause i ain’t gone let that slide!

and even though he on the school playground with this sh_t
thank the lord he ain’t got another round of this sh_t
yikes!

- hiphopisreal

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