Lil Mister - Want War | Текст песни

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[verse]
Late night in the traphouse, yeah im cooking up glo white
Give my fans gotta serve em one, niggas sweet my apetite
Young buzzing im taking flight, yo bitch and I 'bout to get on skype
I fucked a good thats for one night smoking dope feeling like aheight
Shoot a seven no shooting dice, run upon me you can loose your life
Keep pistols we keep pipes my money dump I flumped twice
And Im bout to change height, fuck niggas they act hard
But these niggas really fraud run up on em let the gat spark
Niggas, ain't know nothing, let me tell you something
Doper bag full of hundreds, montana stunting
Keep fo's, keep staring, lay like a a punt
Niggas broke but they talking shit, tell em to give some
Niggas like fuck jojo we pull up let guns blow
Niggas smoke that gun sho' we pull up get gun smoke
Kill a nigga tell em romino, smoking dope smoking by the O
Bad bitch wanna give me dome on point lay until I overdose
Dots on a nigga call it domino, get money and they ever long t
Birds dwrapped up on them bolts, niggas flexing yeah they show boat
Pull up, hop out, see a opp and let my shottys blow
Fuck a thot tell her adios, give me up like a sloppy dro
Montana grew up, niggas be hatng they fool need to stop
Im married to gwuap, chasing the cheddar get my beretta
Thirty or better, we giving you shells im sure they will getcha
Hollow tips to her stretcher, running and turning the bitch like a matress
Balling on these niggas I dont even hoop
Shooting shots, bitch im shooting thirty shoes
Bitch im montana I can take your boo
Finesse her out her pimp then send her back to you
Niggas got me fucked up, see me out with my gun tucked
Fuck niggas I ain't for em , run up aima gun blunt
Man down, red tape, body bags leave a nigga slumped
Smoking dope fuck up my lungs, froma thot I just want the tounge
Keep tools on me rambo, shoot chopper still got ammo
New Glock it I gun em, through hits get out that jungle
Balling they hackin niggas be acting , break em to fraction
This 50 my racks, shoot a big nigga weleave him in caskets
Stretchs him elastic, we whipping the work we whipping in plastic
Flipping; gymnastics, bodies be dropping they calling it magic
Pull up we shoot, shooting the chopper the clips you can have it
Young nigga I ball, im flexing finessesing balling like the maverics

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