Smokepurpp - Weapon Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Weapon By Smokepurpp?
Hollup, Jetson made another one
B-Bitch I keep a stick, keep a weapon (Uh) Not too long ago, I was trapped out 7/11 (Uh huh) F-F*ck the AR, I came with an FN Not too long ago, young Purpp woulda end 'em (Woulda end 'em) B-Bitch I keep a stick, keep a weapon (Uh) Not too long ago, I was trapped out 7/11 (Uh huh) F-F*ck the AR, I came with an FN Not too long ago, young Purpp woulda end 'em (Woulda end 'em) Look at the coupe, no ceiling (Uh) Jump in that pussy, I kill it (Yeah) Pull out my dick, she kiss it (Yeah) I walk with a stack like a midget (Yeah, yeah) We on your block, yeah we spin like a fidget (Spin!) Had to f*ck her friend, she was greedy with the digits Bitch, I want the face, can you dig it? (Face) Bitch, I'm off the perc, perc, perc, can you dig it? I got old money, bitch my name is Diggy Simmons (Simmons) Hoe, that's not my dick, that's my Glock, can you feel it? You ain't gotta tell me who I'm better than, uh Lil Purpp flex like a veteran, yeah Still in the trap and I'm sellin' it, uh Fiendin' ass nigga on Ketamine Hit the two step on a bitch when I dip (Two, two, two) Hit the two step on a hoe, nut on her lip (Two, two, two) B-Bitch I keep a stick, keep a weapon (Uh) Not too long ago, I was trapped out 7/11 (Uh huh) F-F*ck the AR, I came with an FN Not too long ago, young Purpp woulda end 'em (Woulda end 'em) B-Bitch I keep a stick, keep a weapon (Uh) Not too long ago, I was trapped out 7/11 (Uh huh) F-F*ck the AR, I came with an FN Not too long ago, young Purpp woulda end 'em (Woulda end 'em) |
Who Wrote Weapon By Smokepurpp?
Omar Jeffery Pineiro
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