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lirik lagu 8ball - battle field (feat. dirtbag & bigg gipp)

[chorus] (x4)
so many battlefield scars
while driven in plush cars
this life as a rap star
its nothin’ without hard

[verse 1: dirt bag]
dirty dirty got 30 on my way to missouri
i’m bombin’ like chester [?]
my truck got 30’s but they ain’t [?]
as you peep through your curtains cause you know im lurkin’
your [?] cause you ain’t certain
till you see me in person, cursin, bussin bullets not verses
i ain’t come around the [?]
n~~~~s in they he~rs~s learn a lot from a dumby
henny in my tummy while these b~tches strippin’ for me
stackin’ b’s makin’ money
my habit got me established a murderer livin’ lavish
[?] i told my mane make my sandwich
droppin’ [?], my n~~~~ works with them hammers
from savannah, atlanta, miami, memphis, alabama
2 places to rip & got like 4 bricks to flip
& thеn i hit ball & dip, i got some hoes on the ship
on my way to trinidad, grippin;’ yo p~ssy cat
i try to bе a roll model but b~tch i be a dirt bag
[chorus] (x4)

[verse 2: big gipp]
look, look, gipp drop the switcher for ya
ice gipp rotate 20s, leanin’ sippin’ 5 slippin’ slidin’ down the [?]
[?] all the systems sellin’ out, paid for, shawty fye want it [?]
hey, hey, pull that biscuit [?] & straight own it
hey, hey, watch them bullets pa pa pow & run up on it
say, say, the sl!cker the tongue the more money i make
and the block [?] cake cake cake
look at the rocks in the clock do you understand?
on the wrist, in the watch, colored stones my man
its the life of a rap star, red eye flights, police escorts, exotic weed with no seeds
workin’ lac curtain screened tint on the windows
home boys better touch you up out the windows
the life of a rap star, fancy streets, fancy women, fancy cars, flashy rangs, plane, coats & thangs

[chorus] (x4)

[verse 3: 8ball]
big chrome wheels trunk bangin’ like a concert
99 hustles n~~~~s like me ain’t gotta work
sawed off pump legendary lyric writer
used to be a crack cooker now i’m known for spitting fire
boy, don’t try to cross 8ways thats a f~ckin’ no no
my chrome fo fo on the seat while i’m rollin solo
my whole team f~ck with dirt like a [?]
i might rock shows till i get old like the rollin’ stones
i get so stoned at home in my den with my favorite bone
me & mjg get f~cked up like we cheech & chong
been doin’ hot songs, smoke my weed till the sack gone
in the back of [?] hood rat let me check that dome
from the hood to the ‘burbs they get hooked on my potent words
my spoken word leave you chokin’ like you smokin’ herb
a street [?] the same day as john lennon
livin’ prayin’ god forgive me for all my sinnin’
[chorus] (x4)

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