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butta b – war ready lyrics

[chorus]
ouu im all the way up to the moon, i didn’t have a silver spoon
her p+ssy is wet as a pool i just hopped inside of a coupe
i just bought me a new rogue
i stick to the code to the rules
we ready for war tie your boots

[verse 1]
i’m tired of these n+ggas be telling me how the f+ck they feel
(i really is)
but really i’m down i grind in they face and n+ggas be frowning
(these n+ggas be frowning)
theses n+ggas will act like they you’re
homie but they bе out to get you
i been trying get to this money
i been trying gеt to this paper
i been trying feed my family
everybody ask what i do
i say ima rapper too
you say you a rapper ouu
i know these n+ggas be talking about me when i’m gone
i don’t give a f+ck about the cuz these n+ggas they wrong
i know i’m not
i spent a thousands for this poncho
yeah they ask what it is
i just lost a friend over a b+tch
yeah it is what is
we just made a hunnit grand in the spot we in it to win
my uncle showed me how to whip the pot i pull off the top
i run it up all on these 20s, and, 50s, and 100s
n+ggas be talking about this and that
they don’t really do nothing
(no of that nothing)
these n+ggas ran it up off of pua
i get a millie then watch me go dua
{chorus]
ouuuuu im all the way up to the moon, i didn’t have a silver spoon
her p+ssy is wet as a pool
i just hopped inside of a coupe
i just bought me a new rogue
i stick to the code to the rules
we ready for war tie your boots

[verse 2]
ready for war
yeah i’m ready for war
they come in the door we pop at his head he down to floor (that f+ck n+gga gone)
these b+tches ain’t nothing to me cuz they really be lining you up (lining you up)
but i’m f+cking her good she pulling
my hair she say it got long
when i land to atlanta went to
waffle house (waffle house)
i’m balling like i’m 2chainz in the trap house
balenciagas on my feet
bad b+tch don’t speak
i flew her out until the weekend
i’m singing like i’m the weekend
diamonds look like glitter when they sitting on my chest (no cap)
i don’t give a f+ck when it comes to my ex (nahhh)
i’m not no liar, i’m not no liar
fly high ima flyer drip star you know that
all black like kodak f+ck with me get a toe tag
ball hard no lay up, rolls royce look like a sp+ceship
the gang keep like four clips d+ck stay on her lips
fall in to the abyss, fall in to the abyss
[chorus]
ouuuuu im all the way up to the moon, i didn’t have a silver spoon
her p+ssy is wet as a pool, i just hopped inside of a coupe
i just bought me a new rogue
i stick to the code to the rules
we ready for war tie your boots

- butta b lyrics

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