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Every Weapon Lyrics - Codename: Ego Stripper - Ces Cru

Yeah (ring) 

Info Gates on the track 

Thank you brother 

Shit like this drives most motherfuckers absolutely crazy 

 

I'm oh so cynical and don't throw no subliminal 

Disses, this is a warning shot to all of y'all who's aiming at the 

Flock, I cock and pop at kaka 

Might even knock your papa 

Off the top of the roster, we peeping c notes so stop us 

Moving too fast to clock us 

Man you're slow as waka flocka 

Flow proper so don't jock a 

Psycho who's known to shock ya 

Used to skip school, no locker 

Then did two quick trips to copper 

Grateful it's on again, I'm going in, no one can stop a 

Stoner from chalking out 

I'm a loner, so long I'm out, I been walking for forty nights 

You're right I'm on a wronger route 

Go hammer on a ho, the bong special is cani-blow 

And y'all pussy can't stand it though 

Fuck your bitch and her cameltoe, oh 

 

Think it through 'fore you push me, my plan is to get the that nookie 

I'm seasoned to seize a rookie 

Y'all couldn't fuck with a pussy 

Get wet with every weapon 

It's clear it's for your protection 

Get over here, you been living in fear of your own reflection 

Think it through 'fore you push me, my plan is to get the that nookie 

I'm seasoned to seize a rookie 

Y'all couldn't fuck with a pussy 

Get wet with every weapon 

It's clear it's for your protection 

Get over here, you been living in fear of your own reflection 

 

Y'all must be fucking crazy 

I'm hollering fuck you pay me 

More dollars and duckets daily 

What's wrong with y'all fucking babies 

I'm wavy to murk a boss 

And since maybe it's hurting y'all 

I get faded with Info Gates and we wait for the curtain call 

And only death is certain, y'all are inserted, inverted clawing 

To your vertebrae, vision is Mayans tryna hurdle walls 

Get wet with every weapon, a vision of sheer perfection 

Two nooses to put your neck in, couldn't hang with us I reckon 

The wettest shot, no method 

All of my dogs go fetch him 

Flow like a bat straight out of hell so folks go put your bets in 

The blind must lead the blind 

Step if you know the way 

Remember shoot em down 

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