The WAR MAN ll
And, fuck them niggas, fuck everybody who you came with
I know niggas that got double what you bang with
And I've been dealing with the same hoes, same shit
I know Prada, she ain't proud of me
I had alot of tucked down feelings, I couldn't even sip the shit outta me
So I smoked my feelings"drugged my artery"
You can peep the swag all on my body
Don't need anatomy, hm
I got bullets that'll make a pussy ass nigga soar man
I'll march through the pussy three deep, bitches call me
The war man
Huh, huh
Huh, huh (Bitch, I'm the war man but we'll blick a nigga)
(Gang, gang)
Got tie dye up in my cup, I'm sippin' on four man
I know some E.O niggas pushup to yo fuckin' door man
You don't know my story, don't know my pain
Don't know the lore man
Hoes live they life like they livin' Suite, on some Jersey Shore shit
Made too many fucking promises, I can't quit
So how the fuck you on some rap shit, nigga you can't spit
What the fuck man that's ashame nigga
You a bitch boy all through the visor, can't even aim nigga
How you talk like you been through this pain shit nigga?
You ain't been in through the rain nigga
Chasin' for a hoe all for the clout, nigga
You a lame nigga
So fuck them niggas, fuck everybody who you came with
'Cuz I got niggas that got double what you bang with
'Cuz I been dealing with them same hoes, same shit
23, LeBron, so bitch I can't quit, can't quit
I know niggas that got double what you bang with
And I've been dealing with the same hoes, same shit
I know Prada, she ain't proud of me
I had alot of tucked down feelings, I couldn't even sip the shit outta me
So I smoked my feelings"drugged my artery"
You can peep the swag all on my body
Don't need anatomy, hm
I got bullets that'll make a pussy ass nigga soar man
I'll march through the pussy three deep, bitches call me
The war man
Huh, huh
Huh, huh (Bitch, I'm the war man but we'll blick a nigga)
(Gang, gang)
Got tie dye up in my cup, I'm sippin' on four man
I know some E.O niggas pushup to yo fuckin' door man
You don't know my story, don't know my pain
Don't know the lore man
Hoes live they life like they livin' Suite, on some Jersey Shore shit
Made too many fucking promises, I can't quit
So how the fuck you on some rap shit, nigga you can't spit
What the fuck man that's ashame nigga
You a bitch boy all through the visor, can't even aim nigga
How you talk like you been through this pain shit nigga?
You ain't been in through the rain nigga
Chasin' for a hoe all for the clout, nigga
You a lame nigga
So fuck them niggas, fuck everybody who you came with
'Cuz I got niggas that got double what you bang with
'Cuz I been dealing with them same hoes, same shit
23, LeBron, so bitch I can't quit, can't quit
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Writer(s): Tj Goodson
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