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bigchildsupport - warzone lyrics

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[intro]
skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
yuh, yuh, yuh
[?] be the one bro
aye [?]
port port, port port

[chorus]
jumpin’ out the gym
brody catchin’ sh+t he ball above the rim
tweakers they gon’ tweak so he might lay with them
but he ran, he not yo’ bro, if you really don’t stay with them
brody takin’ hits
gordon ramsay, yeah we bakin’ sh+t
but n+gga you know this choppa myself ’cause i am a nomad
n+ggas’ be mad ’cause they ain’t got no bags
n+gga go tweakin’ get sent to the gulag
n+ggas’ be waitin’ we shootin’ at durags
my n+ggas’ hungry like, “where is the food at?”
chopp’ comin’ out, just tell ’em to move back
i call the plug, he gimme a new pack
i see a body i pour on some [?]

[verse]
heard that you scary, uh+huh
heard your new song and it’s very undone
i got the chopp’ just to bury your son
i keep me a cap ’cause i’m number one
runnin’ his trap, now i’m takin’ his funds
[?] go damage his lungs
[?] boxin’ and i’m packin’ his punch
i took the pack, never leavin’ the front
[?] we ain’t drinkin’ in here
he not gon’ tweak ’cause the demons in here
up with the chopp’, not a n+gga i felt
ready to jump and we leavin’ him stiff
chopp’s out like fop pop pop
lift him up, meet allah
took my sh+t, n+gga h+ll nah
heard his sh+t, he fell off
on my block these n+ggas be hatin’, but don’t get it misunderstood
we still got them chopp’s ready to pop, leave him where he just stood
n+ggas still p+ssy, can’t come to the block, can’t come to the neighborhood
swipin’ cards, spendin’ sh+t, p+ssy we still gettin’ [?]
[chorus]
jumpin’ out the gym
brody catchin’ sh+t he ball above the rim
tweakers they gon’ tweak so he might lay with them
but he ran, he not yo’ bro, if you really don’t stay with them
brody takin’ hits
gordon ramsay, yeah we bakin’ sh+t
but n+gga you know this choppa myself ’cause i am a nomad
n+ggas’ be mad ’cause they ain’t got no bags
n+gga go tweakin’ get sent to the gulag
n+ggas’ be waitin’ we shootin’ at durags
my n+ggas’ hungry like, “where is the food at?”
chopp’ comin’ out, just tell ’em to move back
i call the plug, he gimme a new pack
i see a body i pour on some [?]



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