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lirik lagu warhol.ss - war ready

[chorus: warhol.ss]
what, what
trips ’round town, keep it by the muscle
real street n-gg-, all i know is hustle
mind still rollin’, codeine when i’m buzzin’
talk steady with me, bark and get bit
couple hoes with you, but they all hit
gang ridin’ with me, take a couple pics
your b-tch poppin’ out, know she doin’ d-ck
what, what
i can’t feel the pain, but i’m on a tab
work it like a stain, i can’t get attached
wrist a johnny dang, diamonds by the batch
born so official, raised like a champ
certified, n-gg-, hit it with a stamp
catch a n-gg- slippin’, light him like a lamp
war ready, leave a n-gg- real damp

[verse 1: warhol.ss & unotheactivist]
what, what
speakin’ of demons, i roll with a couple
got 500 shooters, they ready to rumble
he buildin’ a empire, we make it crumble
that chopper go off, make a lil n-gg- shuffle
say he want smoke, n-gg-, don’t make me chuckle
i walk with a needle, we bustin’ these bubbles
we walk in with .30s, won’t see us in [?]
ooh, b-tch, he see us, he in trouble
double tap him, i believe he seein’ double
beat him ’til i see the bone from the knuckle
knuck if you buck, but, lil n-gg-, do not buckle
ooh, what, pillsbury dough
only see the money, d-mn, it make me choke
see with your b-tch in n-bu, i’m a sucker
suck on this d-ck, bring the head in like a huddle
ooh, woah, hit her from the back
ay, woah, make her pull up covers
he informin’, i don’t talk to undercovers
nlmb, n-gg-, never leave my brothers
woah, prayin’ for my n-gg-s
know they go through struggles
f-ckin’ on that ho and p-ss it to my brother
chopper on me, hit that n-gg- and he stumbled

[verse 2: unotheactivist & warhol.ss]
d-mn, -ssault rifles in the minivan
shh, ooh
movin’ bodies in a minivan
she ain’t hard, she just a mini tan
he ain’t heard, he just a minute man
my n-gg-s on the beat like timberland
feelin’ the heat, i keep cool like a ceiling fan
mystery van what we sittin’ in
woah, woah, breakin’ her back
ay, she just might need a chiropractor
these n-gg-s talk for they health
but i never see action like he a real actor
oh, woah, scr-pe it like peewee
ay, water my neck like a fiji
water lil p-ssy, she f-ck up the sheets
breakin’ the huddle, we play for the keeps
can’t see these n-gg-s like stevie wonder
wonder if you ever seen a dead body wanderin’, ooh
sometimes i wonder if this life is worth sufferin’
bullets gon’ come fly in flurries
if this sh-t stop, it’s ’cause my gun bufferin’
if i got beef with a n-gg- then i’m not gon’ take that sh-t publicly
f-ck with mr. t

[chorus: warhol.ss]
trips ’round town, keep it by the muscle
real street n-gg-, all i know is hustle
mind still rollin’, codeine when i’m buzzin’
talk steady with me, bark and get bit
couple hoes with you, but they all hit
gang ridin’ with me, take a couple pics
your b-tch poppin’ out, know she doin’ d-ck
what, what
i can’t feel the pain, but i’m on a tab
work it like a stain, i can’t get attached
wrist a johnny dang, diamonds by the batch
born so official, raised like a champ
certified, n-gg-, hit it with a stamp
catch a n-gg- slippin’, light him like a lamp
war ready, leave a n-gg- real damp

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