| MMMMMM warfare
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| Fly city we still here
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| Broke hearts dont feel fear
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| I got the pressure
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| I got the testers
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| Boi I got my piece in here
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| Tonite we fight like D still here like E still here like Breed still here
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| Fee-fi-fo-fum fuck you get a whole truck through baby break down that dog
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| Baby 17 got 17 felonies and we still fight the law
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| We goin global and digital we ain’t serving no hand to hand
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| But I got a pack so hot make a fuckin fiend do the latest viral dance
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| And we love them gun sounds
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| Chopstick break your whole click down
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| & I love my set now my dog break your little bitch down
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| & your little shit now
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| How you gonna get pulled over on the shoulder leaving my trap spot
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| Kick my door now we on the floor aye rat ain’t always go to court now
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| Boy we know that you told
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| We headed out on a mission no I ain’t trippin I gave a full Glock
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| When we get back to the crib I lift your lid you ain’t bust no shots
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| Boy we know that you froze
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| Mmmmm wartime
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| 6 seals w me like its wartime
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| Thats 96 zips when its pour time
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| I can buy love not loyalty baby we thuggin or not
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| We fuckin your cousin or not
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| I got the eye on the opps
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| Cash app me right now I make sure that he drops
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| You steady cuffin im steady cuckin
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| Your girl had raped me
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| She keep sayin she tryna follow me to Hades
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| Boi you know thats my hoe
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| She carry pills in her coochie hole for like 3 days
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| She pull em out when we make plays
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| That shit drives me crazy
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| Thats a real flinstone ain’t it
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| Got three kids and they all 8
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| Got three loads and they all wait
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| Got 3 hoes and they all hatem aye |