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War (Alternative)
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Mm, yeah, oh, yeah (17) Slime (D-Roc) (Rich Gang) Gotta the choppa stick right in hand We got the money, b*t*h, let’s go to war The homicide right in the sand, we laced 'em up, but left 'em parked in the car (Brrd) Fresh tinted, big money, we gon' get it Live the life, we don’t stop, designer fitteds She love it, n***a, we hatin', n***a (We hatin') We ‘bout the money so they all chase a real n***a We gon' camp out on an island just to lay low, n***a Bet a hundred bands on PlayStations, we don’t play with n***as I’ma go and post up in the trap with a brand new Draco, n***a When I leave the house, I’m comin' back with a whole lotta figures Gotta the choppa stick right in hand We got the money, b*t*h, let’s go to war (Let’s go to war, yeah) The homicide right in the sand, we laced 'em up, but left 'em parked in the car (Brrd) Fresh tinted, big money, we gon' get it Live the life, we don’t stop, designer fitteds She love it, n***a, we hatin', n***a (We hatin') We ‘bout the money so they all chase a real n***a Pull up drippin' like a bloody body (Blah) Straight out them trenches, made n***a, I don’t owe nobody Rich Gang n***a, pull up bangin' with a sawed off shotty (Rich Gang) Young n***a still don’t got no time and got 'bout seven watches (Let’s go) Wanted a name and I got it, stay with a burner, you know that I’m 'bout it From top of the building, you know I can dot 'em If I press the b***on, you know you can’t stop it Flyin' in work, I’ma pay off the pilot, hit up Montana as soon as I got it Give a f**k who you is, you ain’t goin' in my pocket Got one in the head, I don’t gotta c*ck it, yeah Fifty thousand on a Slime chain, n***as been bringin' up my name I done slept in the trap 'till the time came I done walked in the streets in a lot of rain Hundred bands on my gun range When I spit on the track, I’ma bring the pain Never askin' a n***a [?] gang And I only ask Stunna for one thing Gotta the choppa stick right in hand We got the money, b*t*h, let’s go to war (Let’s go to war, yeah) The homicide right in the sand, we laced 'em up, but left 'em parked in the car (Brrd) Fresh tinted, big money, we gon' get it Live the life, we don’t stop, designer fitteds She love it, n***a, we hatin', n***a (We hatin') We ‘bout the money so they all chase a real n***a (Oh-oh)
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