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chalk x jrich - warzone lyrics

(chalk)
verse:

ain’t no body running in this b-tch
when this b-tch pop off
i don’t miss no shots
i don’t take no loss
i don’t break my account
when i make withdrawals
i done paid my house
i done paid my car
i done paid my wrist
i done paid my brauds
i done paid my b-tch
i done prayed to the lord
and still everyday i’m wanting more
so lemme go and tell you how i’m feeling right
mean right
make ya dream like night night
quick to color up ya chest like a light bright
and if you speaking to the feds
it’s ya life life
i put a bounty on your head
cuz the price right
if you ain’t really making bread
whatcha life like?
i heard your girly be tight tight
she never get piped right
she bite like
she be wanting all the amigos
something like fight night
and you know we in the warzone
got my gun going dumb like some hormones
drop a hunnid in the slums just ignore those
bullet bukkake and i ain’t talking bout no p-rno
you ain’t really with the beef like you swore no
when i pull up to ya crib got ya door closed
you a real big b-tch
and the world knows
rolling up ya body and lighting it like a pearl hoe

(jrich)
chorus:

welcome to the warzone
this place we call home
l!ck my d-ck she give dome
pop the top then we gone
drop the spot and we on
break the sticks with my stones
empty clips in your bones
trapped a rack on phone
f-ck with us and get domed
welcome to the warzone

(jrich)
verse:

one push make em back off
talk tough but the whole squad know that you mad soft
metal in your chest like a bad cough
run up with my mask off, show you what’ll happen if you backtalk
toss you around like a rag doll
pull up with a hacksaw
line up my victims along the back wall
put em on their knees and im making em l!ck the br-ss off
i earned where i’m at, mothaf-cka i worked my -ss off
this the warzone b-tch there ain’t no rules
want the smoke little boy better come through
throw em up lemme hit you with the 1, 2
you gon snooze, waking up yelling f-ck you
don’t run got my pack that’ll hunt you
no clue how they do it but they want to
(pow pow) we gon show you what them guns do
gotta a bad thang the whole squad could run through
so god d-mn how’d i get this wet
no cap 1-5 you are 6th at best
on my hip is where my pistol kept
no disrespect
but run up we gon get you slept
i don’t play bout sh-t
so why the f-ck you think i’d take y’all threats
the a-r get the whole place swept
i go hard to repay y’all debts
look back you on the radar next
cl!ck clack you can save y’all breath (b-tch)

(jrich)
chorus:

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