Lil Mister - War - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse] Late night in the traphouse, yeah im cooking up glo white Yeah my fans gotta serve em white, these niggas sweet, my appetite Yeah I'm buzzing I'm taking flight, yo bitch on me wanna get on Skype I fucked her good just for one night, smoking dope feeling like a hype Shoot the seven, no shooting dice, run up wrong you can loose your life We keep pistols, we keep pipes My money dumb I like 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 Duffle bag, full of hundreds, Montana stunting Keep fo's, kickstand, leanin like I'm ? Niggas broke, they talking shit, tell em give some Niggas say 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, I'm pourin lean till I overdose Thots on a nigga call it dominos, get money and they ever long Birds wrapped up on the boat, niggas flexing yeah they show poles Pull up, hop out, see a opp and let my shorties blow Fuck a thot and tell her adios, eat me up like a sloppy Joe Montana guwop, niggas be hatng they fu need to stop I'm married to gwuap, chasing that cheddar, keep my Beretta Thirty or better, we giving you shells, them shells they gone get you Hollow tips to a stretcher, running a train on your bitch like a metro Balling on these niggas, I don't even hoop Shooting shots, bitch I'm shooting thirty two Bitch I'm Montana I can take your boo Finesse her out her panties, send her back to you Niggas got me fucked up, see me out with my gun tucked Fuck nigga I ain't for nun, run up Imma blow the gun Man down, red tape, body bag, leave a nigga slumped Smoking dope fuck up my lungs, from a thot I just want the tongue Keep two guns on me, Rambo, shoot chopper, still got ammo New Glock it better not jam no, do hits get out that jam tho Balling they hackin, niggas be acting , break em to fraction That 50 my ratchet, shoot a big nigga we leave him in casket Stretch em elastic, we whipping the work, we whip it 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, I'm flexing finessing, ball like the Mavericks
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