| I’m from the bottom of the bottom, check your sources, baby
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| I’m a war baby, but I can’t divorce the pavement
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| I’m a hood nigga that turned rich so I got Dior’s latest
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| And you know I gotta stick to my roots, I still rock Jordans, baby (Yeah)
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| It was hell in the projects, I survived the storm
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| Got brothers in the sky, they die 'fore they born
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| I know the worst conditions make a champion
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| Look at my ice, froze like a mannequin
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| I’m underwater like I’m swimmin' and panickin'
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| Body bags zipped up like a laminate
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| The only solution for the opps is to stay inside
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| How your niggas say they rock, but they don’t slide?
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| 'Cause we was hoppin' out in broad day
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| Serving fiends in the hallway (Yeah)
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| Promethazine 'til the mornin'
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| Hope I don’t wake up tomorrow
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| We was the type of niggas that would rob the robbers
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| I’ma make the choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da (La-da, la-da)
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| The choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da
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| Survived in the trenches, I’m a war baby (Mhmm)
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| Had to slide on the sliders, that ain’t normal, baby (Mhmm)
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| Like the mob ties in Houston, we got rag ties
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| I pray the Lord forgive me the day that I got baptized
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| 'Cause I’ma clutch the sticky every time a car passin' by
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| I don’t wanna be Ricky or another victim to homicide
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| 'Cause I know the soul never dies
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| I make the chrome-chrome fly
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| Bitch, I’m a wave, Roll Tide
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| Bullets at your face, Botox
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| My persona done got her tongue-tied
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| I was taught that a legend never dies
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| When it’s time, gotta let the lead fly
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| 'Cause I’m a war-war-war baby
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| Post-traumatic stress, I know the war changed me
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| Had to bend back but they could never break me
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| Had to slide
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| We was hoppin' out in broad day
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| Serving fiends in the hallway
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| Promethazine 'til the mornin'
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| Hope I don’t wake up tomorrow
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| We was the type of niggas that would rob the robbers
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| I’ma make the choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da (La-da, la-da)
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| The choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da
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| Survived in the trenches, I’m a war baby
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| Had to slide on the sliders, that ain’t normal, baby (Mhmm, yeah)
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| Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
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| Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
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| Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
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| Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War Baby, artist - Roddy Ricch. Album song Please Excuse Me For Being Antisocial, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп