Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War, artist - Rich Homie Quan.
Date of issue: 30.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
War |
Hey look man |
I got a ruger on me now |
I got like four baby choppers |
Know what I mean? |
I feel like Osama in this motherfucker |
Bin Laden that is |
You want war, we ready |
We got guns plus machetes |
You don’t want no beef, no spaghetti |
Premium gas no unleaded |
Ain’t tryna preach like a reverend |
I want to see if she ready |
Click clack bang, fire fire, ayy |
Shooting the eagle, no desert |
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly |
I see that red call light that means she just left a message |
All of my niggas war ready |
Some of you niggas be scary |
Cause if it comes down to it, boy you niggas ain’t ready |
Sticks, choppas, handguns, all of em loaded I swear |
Aretha Franklin, East Atlanta, nigga I’ll take you there |
My best friend is Ben Franklin, Knew him before McNair |
Bitches, who didn’t fuck with me, you should see how them bitches act now |
I’m war ready at all times, y’all niggas just small time |
I was standing on the block, yeah I was on the corner dealing small dimes |
Baby girl don’t suck this motherfucking dick if ya ass don’t motherfucking know |
how |
It’s another story if you know how to ride dick, girl I ain’t gon tell you slow |
down |
Shawty real freaky, nutted in her face both times |
Nawl this ain’t all of my bullets I got some more rounds |
Shawty wanna charge for pussy but I’m like woah now |
Like a little darling shawty stay wanna go out |
No roof, roof, top missin' on a lil coupe, coupe |
2 door that is, I’m a big dog, got Cujo status |
Anybody in the water, the Atlantic, Ocean |
You want war, we ready |
We got guns plus machetes |
You don’t want no beef, no spaghetti |
Premium gas no unleaded |
Ain’t tryna preach like a reverend |
I want to see if she ready |
Click clack bang, fire fire, ayy |
Shooting the eagle, no desert |
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly |
I see that red call light that means she just left a message |
All of my niggas war ready |
Some of you niggas be scary |
Cause if it comes down to it, boy you niggas ain’t ready |
Ruger, Uzi, Omar Epps, boy I’m in too deep |
I just took it, yeah we kept it, boy we play for keeps |
MJ on my front line no bandaid they bleeding |
Gave that boy the run around, faked em then I trick em |
All this money, all this clientele, I got all the dope |
Fucked her, why she had to go and tell all them nat-nat hoes |
You in it for the money, bitch you ain’t come up with me |
Put you in a Bentley, you was in a Honda Civic |
Dick in her mouth like a cavity, I’m the dentist |
Baby I’m the hot dog, you can be the relish |
Put it in her stomach, nigga I’mma make her feel it |
Fifty guns boy I’m war ready |
All or nun nigga, I’mma bet it |
Everything nigga I’ll bet it |
Can’t see me on your best day, nigga my worst day |
Popping bottles like my motherfucking birthday |
Give that thot bitch a cup of water |
Cause I know she thirsty |
Amen, let the church pray |
You want war, we ready |
We got guns plus machetes |
You don’t want no beef, no spaghetti |
Premium gas no unleaded |
Ain’t tryna preach like a reverend |
I want to see if she ready |
Click clack bang, fire fire, ayy |
Shooting the eagle, no desert |
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly |
I see that red call light that means she just left a message |
All of my niggas war ready |
Some of you niggas be scary |
Cause if it comes down to it, boy you niggas ain’t ready |
Aye man |
Y’all niggas talkin' brazy like y’all really 'bout that life man |
Y’all lil kids better stay in a lil kid’s place |
Udigg what I’m fuckin' sayin'? |
Blatt! |