War Ready
Butta B.
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Ouu Im all the way up to the moon,I didn't have a silver spoon Her pussy is wet as a pool I just hopped inside of a Coupe I just bought me a new rogue I stick to the code to the rules We ready for war tie your boots I'm tired of these niggas be telling me how the f*ck they feel (I really is) But really I'm down I grind in they face and niggas be frowning (These niggas be frowning) Theses niggas will act like they you're Homie but they be out to get you I been trying get to this money, I been trying get to this paper I been trying feed my family Everybody ask what I do I say ima rapper too You say you a rapper ouu I know these niggas be talking about me when I'm gone I don't give a f*ck about the cuz these niggas they wrong I know I'm not I spent a thousands for this poncho Yeah they ask what it is I just lost a friend over a bitch Yeah it is what is We just made a Hunnit grand in the spot we in it to win My uncle showed me how to whip the pot I pull off the top I run it up all on these 20s, and, 50s, and 100s Niggas be talking about this and that They don't really do nothing (No of that nothing) These niggas ran it up off of Pua I get a millie then watch me go dua Ouuuuu Im all the way up to the moon, I didn't have a silver spoon Her pussy is wet as a pool I just hopped inside of a Coupe I just bought me a new rogue I stick to the code to the rules We ready for war tie your boots Ready for war Yeah I'm ready for war They come in the door we pop at his head he down to floor (That f*ck nigga gone) These bitches ain't nothing to me cuz they really be lining you up (Lining you up) But I'm fucking her good she pulling My hair she say it got long When I land to Atlanta went to Waffle House (Waffle house) I'm balling like I'm 2chainz in the trap house Balenciagas On my feet Bad bitch don't speak I flew her out until the weekend I'm singing like I'm the weekend Diamonds look like glitter when they sitting on my chest (No cap) I don't give a f*ck when it comes to my ex (Nahhh) I'm not no liar,I'm not no liar Fly high ima flyer drip star you know that All black like Kodak F*ck with me get a toe tag Ball hard no lay up,Rolls Royce look like a spaceship The gang keep like four clips Dick stay on her lips Fall in to the abyss, Fall in to the abyss Ouuuuu Im all the way up to the moon,I didn't have a silver spoon Her pussy is wet as a pool,I just hopped inside of a Coupe I just bought me a new rogue, I stick to the code to the rules We ready for war tie your boots (Yeah yeah)
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Written by: Daiquan Green, Samantha Rosen
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