| Got a lotta dirt myself
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| Thirty, Thirty on me shoot em' like Steph Curry
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| Shells get to raining, get wet up, huh?
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| Fallen and your ass won’t get up, nah
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| Bitch, I get busy with choppas and glizzys, I’m ridin through this city
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| This Glock got no safety
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| Keep that bitch with me, so please do not tempt me, I squeeze till' it’s empty
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| You thinkin' you crazy
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| Bad bitch from another country, foreign
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| Slam dunk on all that pussy, scoring
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| Nigga, I own til the next sheet, boring
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| Finna pull up on a friend hoe, gone
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| Bandz on me, money won’t go down
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| Leprechaun, where is me gold, bands
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| Can’t catch the drip, you got no hands
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| to drip, you got no hands
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| I ain’t got opps, I got all fans
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| I be slidin' on niggas, straight patchin them
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| You ain’t wanna die, why you lack with them?
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| Hoppin up out of them astro vans
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| Caught your ass, boy, you can’t hide from him
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| We dangerous, Tooka, man, smoke em like angel dust
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| Boy, you ain’t gang, you a stain, you can’t hang with us
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| Glizzys on every gang member that came wit us
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| Aim and just spray at them niggas that ain’t wit us
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| How you gonna war with a god? |
| A beast?
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| You don’t need guns, you need heart, you weak
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| Boy, we dust your ass hard, sweepin
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| You don’t want smoke on my squad, you tweakin
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| Tell them niggas they ain’t want a war wit us
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| They ain’t want a war wit us, nah
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| Tell them niggas they ain’t wanna a war wit us
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| Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
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| Tell them niggas they ain’t want a war wit us
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| They ain’t want a war wit us, nah
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| Tell them niggas they ain’t wanna a war wit us
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| Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
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| Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies
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| Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, Katie
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| Nah, they ain’t need no aim, say what?
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| Hit a nigga up close range, layups
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| Two hands, I’m rocking the metal
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| I’m hot like the devil
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| I bury your block like a shovel
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| Hit your ass all in your neck, man, your head on your chest
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| Look like Olympical medals
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| Switch and swervin through traffic
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| Stop us
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| I can switch gears on my ratchet, choppa
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| When we roll up we bustin, blocka
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| Knock all that meat out your fuckin taco
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| Hollow tips spinning like cyclones
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| Facetime a nigga like iphones
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| I put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh?
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| I call that bitch drop dead gorgeous
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| Damn
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| I’m heartless bitch, you can call me the tinman
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| Going against me is like crawling through quicksand
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| Draco be sparkin and bargin through bricks, man
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| Some call me grandson, some call me hitman
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| Bitch, some call me hitman
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| Bitch, some call me hitman
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| Some call me grandson, some call me hitman
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| How you gonna war with a god? |
| A beast?
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| You don’t need guns, you need heart, you weak
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| Boy, we dust your ass hard, sweepin
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| You don’t want smoke on my squad, you tweakin
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| Tell them niggas they ain’t want a war wit us
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| They ain’t want a war wit us, nah
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| Tell them niggas they ain’t wanna a war wit us
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| Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
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| Tell them niggas they ain’t want a war wit us
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| They ain’t want a war wit us, nah
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| Tell them niggas they ain’t wanna a war wit us
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| Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song War With Us , by - King Von. Song from the album Grandson, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп