Lyrics:
you wanna talk slick then I'll bust a lip
Uh man fuck the cops
I'm a skinny motherfucker so I buck the shots
Man I live for the heat I don't duck
won't fear
Because I know that You're here
And You're always by my side
Everyday of my life
I know sometimes it gets hard
For you to wait
You feel like
"We are ready for war, let's get it on'"
War "War and peace"
Sing it!
[Chorus]
War and peace (Sing it!)
War and peace forever!
War
fuckin' shmunked (yeah)
I just pulled up out to Paris, then hit Saint Laurent (West)
We heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' bum (lil
a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority
Smacked him in the head for trynna' roar at me
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
Riding around with a stainless new .40 I got it for shawty
Riding around town with lil mama 'cause she know that I got her
As long as you are down,
as Eisenours on the dime
yo, I'll be kickin the rhyme
One time for ya mind, your soul your body
D-o-g's on the side of me, smooth as E & J
hard as Bacardi
don't lie
You niggas be phony ain't ready to slide
Got popped by the grease lil bitch don't cry
When pop this Glock lil nigga ain't moving
When I keep
get ya
I love the VO, man they always been my niggas
Can't wear yo clothes, cause I was always a lil bigger
If you ain't know, everybody ain't rockin
are off of the bean
Throw me a wood and I'll roll up my green
And I'll roll up my green
And I'll roll up my green
Aye
Suicidal bloody murder
I
know it
Wanna bring it you ain't ready for it
No right now what's ya tell em go get boy
And lights out
And nigga I ain't playing with ya
Come any
I was impressed by the
Technicalities
All these numbers you averaging
Pure gasoline
You come fully loaded, extra magazine
If we argue combatively
I
prac what you preach
They said me feet too slow
So I'm gassin the weed
Gassin for me
Scribble down the passion for me
Irrationally
Town 'll keep
of you bitches, I'll put yo brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
'm the missing piece
Niggas be upin' and clutchin' aint up for discussion
You know how we comin', bruh
I'm a 4 7, boy shoot like I'm Brandon Roy
You a lil' bitch,
STRAP UP NIGGA IS YOU READY
AND I KEEP THREE GLOCKS ALL UP ON MY WAIST ED EDD AND EDDY
HOLLOWS HIT YOU TWO TIMES SPLIT YO INSIDES OPEN UP YOUR BELLY
NOW
I finally got some sight (Sight)
I was blinded by the love but
Now I see niggas ain't right (Bitch)
Trust fucked up
You can't sit behind me with no
Pull up on my foreign bike this was made in china
We are going to goodwill hoping to find designer
I am lil stippy if you needed a reminder
You know
it's just a vapor
As long as you consume they get your paper, what you slave for
Praise the Messiah the Spirit fill us with fire
We are not for sale
[Lil' Kim]
This is it this is the one
That's what I'm talkin' about right here
Yo Puff I don't think they ready for this one
They ain't ready
You
though
Shoutout Lil Papi, shoutout fucking Lil Ray
Shoutout Jay Stazks, come on
Mr. Bandz, Mr. P-Trill
Shit, fuck is you talking 'bout? Shoutout K Drippy,
are thug niggas raised in hell
I'm bailin' through the set wit a 40, smokin' a cigarette
Blastin' my radio, oldie tunes by The Marvellettes
the room
She is biting my nipples
She say i can cum in i don't need to pull
Just put the music on replay tell mr dj
Red pant is cool
I guess you want me
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