Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War, artist - MoneymarrDate of issue: 13.12.2020
Song language: English
War |
| Let’s go, let’s go |
| Come on, lil' nigga, let’s go |
| Ready for war |
| Mask down, kick in his door |
| Got choppas galore |
| When we sendin', we spinnin', opps drop to the floor |
| Diamonds dancin' |
| You want smoke, then we givin' out cancer |
| Molly poppin', enhancement |
| Up in the hills, bitches naked walkin' 'round in the mansion |
| Throw it back, she know I like that |
| Give her the dick, lights out, yeah, I know how to pipe that |
| Bitch hit my phone and she ain’t get it right back |
| Opps hit, you know we strike back |
| Accessories, weapons |
| Ski walk down, teach a nigga a lesson |
| Snd him up, blessings |
| Hit him up right with that Glock, FN or the Wesson |
| Shak it up, ass |
| Tool hit the lights, woo-woo, gas |
| All the bitches wan' fuck on the niggas with cash |
| But the bitches act like they don’t remember the past |
| Put a stick on him, now that boy lookin' like Flash |
| On the first of the month, I pull up on the stash |
| You can play if you want, but your shit gettin' smashed |
| Count it up, you know this shit comin' fast |
| Fuck it up, get litty |
| Fuck it up, wait |
| Fuck it up, get litty |
| Fuck it up, hoe, wait |
| Fuck it up, get litty |
| Fuck it up, wait |
| Fuck it up, get litty |
| Woo |
| Ready for war |
| Mask down, kick in his door |
| Got choppas galore |
| When we sendin', we spinnin', opps drop to the floor |
| Diamonds dancin' |
| You want smoke, then we givin' out cancer |
| Molly poppin', enhancement |
| Up in the hills, bitches naked walkin' 'round in the mansion |
| Fuck it up, fuck it up |
| Them niggas know they can’t fuck with us |
| I’m a trouble maker, turnin' the trouble up |
| I put some dots on his chest like a button-up |
| Angels on 81st, turnin' the summer up |
| Said you get money, you dumb or what? |
| Way too official so I cannot fall in love |
| I get the pussy, I’m done with her |
| I got a .223 |
| I make a movie scene, I’ll take his jewelry |
| Really ain’t shit they could do with me |
| My cougar bitch told me ain’t nobody cute as me |
| I got a new chop', FN |
| Baby, them diamonds dancin' |
| She had a man, she left him |
| I hit her and her best friend |
| Look, I call up Thrasher, I bet he gon' dump him off |
| I’m in D.C. and I’m ballin' with MoneyMarr, uh |
| I don’t want no funny, bruh |
| If she ain’t 'bout her money, cut her off |
| I call up Thrasher, I bet he gon' dump him off |
| I’m in D.C. and I’m ballin' with MoneyMarr, uh |
| I don’t want no funny, bruh |
| If she ain’t 'bout her money, cut her off |
| Ready for war |
| Mask down, kick in his door |
| Got choppas galore |
| When we sendin', we spinnin', opps drop to the floor |
| Diamonds dancin' |
| You want smoke, then we givin' out cancer |
| Molly poppin', enhancement |
| Up in the hills, bitches naked walkin' 'round in the mansion |
| Throw it back, she know I like that |
| Give her the dick, lights out, yeah, I know how to pipe that |
| Bitch hit my phone and she ain’t get it right back |
| Opps hit, you know we strike back |
| Accessories, weapons |
| Ski walk down, teach a nigga a lesson |
| Send him up, blessings |
| Hit him up right with that Glock, FN or the Wesson |