lirik lagu lil mister - want war
[verse]
late night in the traphouse, yeah im cooking up glo white
yeah my fans gotta serve em white, these n-ggas sweet, my appet-te
yeah i’m buzzing i’m taking flight, yo b-tch on me wanna get on skype
i f-cked 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, f-ck n-ggas they act hard
but these n-ggas really fraud, run up on em let the gat spark
n-ggas, ain’t know nothing, let me tell you something
duffle bag, full of hundreds, montana stunting
keep fo’s, kickstand, leanin like i’m ?
n-ggas broke, they talking sh-t, tell em give some
n-ggas say f-ck jojo, we pull up let guns blow
n-ggas smoke that gun sho’, we pull up get gun smoke
k!ll a n-gga tell em romino, smoking dope smoking by the o
bad b-tch wanna give me dome, i’m pourin lean till i overdose
thots on a n-gga call it dominos, get money and they ever long
birds wrapped up on the boat, n-ggas flexing yeah they show poles
pull up, hop out, see a opp and let my shorties blow
f-ck a thot and tell her adios, eat me up like a sloppy joe
montana guwop, n-ggas be hatng they fu need to stop
i’m married to gwuap, chasing that cheddar, keep my beretta
thirty or better, we giving you sh-lls, them sh-lls they gone get you
hollow tips to a stretcher, running a train on your b-tch like a metro
balling on these n-ggas, i don’t even hoop
shooting shots, b-tch i’m shooting thirty two
b-tch i’m montana i can take your boo
finesse her out her panties, send her back to you
n-ggas got me f-cked up, see me out with my gun tucked
f-ck n-gga i ain’t for nun, run up imma blow the gun
man down, red tape, body bag, leave a n-gga slumped
smoking dope f-ck 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, n-ggas be acting , break em to fraction
that 50 my ratchet, shoot a big n-gga 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 n-gga i ball, i’m flexing finessing, ball like the mavericks
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