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chito rana$ - no war lyrics

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[chorus:chito rana$]

my b+tch is bad, she look good to me

lovin’ when i’m off a perc, i’m lovin’ what she do to me

lil brother had a baby glock and took his jewelry

50, 000 cash, i bought a crate and bought some jewelry

let me change your life, baby, try somethin’ new with me

money comin’ in, we ain’t strugglin’, we live comfortably

leave him with the baddest b+tch, but she ain’t even come with me

if i give a d+ck once then, she gon’ fall in love with me

[verse 1: chito rana$]

got big money in the bank, i got rubies in my fangs

i got diamonds in thеse chains

every single night, i pray to all my saints so i know that i’m okay
you know chito keep a k

lеt me hit my sur walk, i like to sip wok

30 in this big chop, i’ll make a n+gga criss+cross

hit him in his chest, he got folded like a pretzel

the other one got hit, he didn’t die, but he a vegetable

uh, look, she said she hate me

i cheated on my ex, b+tch

that’s the reason that she left me

i swung with the gunplay, i could hit him with my lefty

i swore love my b+tch, but i wanna f+ck her bestie

[verse 2: toprankgang]

hey, b+tch, i’m tryna f+ck your bestie i’m tryna plamp your sisters

got brody in the cut with 30 plus, but he won’t miss him
how to f+ck you outside dissin’, and you ain’t even got no pistol

please don’t pop it to me, b+tch, you know this 40 solve my issues

[verse 3: toprankgang]

get him gone, and they gon’ miss you drop a oppa before i dish you
we gon’ slime somebody, y’all, and wipe his nose with rapper tissue
why the f+ck he tryna run, boy, these bullets comin’ with you
keep on yappin’ on the grammar, have my youngins come and get you

[verse 4:toprankgang]

never needed [?] , shoot that k all by myself

n+ggas say he touchin’ money, but can’t even post a bail

new york road, bout us, baby, we get busy in that field

came a long way from hustlin’, back in rocks all on that scale

we shoot opps, that’s what it is, don’t talk to cops, not my biz

if you see him all in traffic, get it racked and get him hit

shoot a movie, shoot a skit, he’s spike lee with a stick
b+tch, i’m rockin’ g+fazel, ain’t gon’ catch me in no rig nah

[chorus: chito rana$]

my b+tch is bad, she look good to me

lovin’ when i’m off a perc, i’m lovin’ what she do to me

lil brother had a baby glock and took his jewelry

50, 000 cash, i bought a crate and bought some jewelry

let me change your life, baby, try somethin’ new with me

money comin’ in, we ain’t strugglin’, we live comfortably

leave him with the baddest b+tch, but she ain’t even come with me

if i give a d+ck once then, she gon’ fall in love with me

(if i give a d+ck once then, she gon’ fall in love with me)

(if i give a d+ck once then, she gon’ fall in love with me)

- chito rana lyrics

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