comb4t - war lyrics
[intro]
comb4t, yeah
you know you’re not stopping me right
[chorus]
this is all out war
all i want is more
pull up in a f-cking porsche
make them panties hit the floor
she go home when she get sore
i just lead her to the door
cuz that’s all i want her for
get my weapons out the drawer
this is all out war
imma be k!llin this game
war, imma be doing my thang
war, i want the money and fame
war, i need to cop me a chain
war, hop on the popular train
war, they gonna know that i came
war, i’m leaving nothing the same
war, get the f-ck out of my way
[verse 1]
i throw a grenade it blow up in your face like chainsmoke
b-tch i got the sauce and i don’t even got no chains doe
all about my bank roll, motherf-ckin a-hole
take a seat up on it i go through her like a tank bro
war, we got the b-ss doe
war, she call my name go
(ooh comb4t)
we don’t get done til she faint tho
we havin s-x in my jays tho
after she exit my place yo
tell her i gotta get goin cuz i gotta make all this music and make dough
i give her rides like a bicycle
i stab her thighs like an icicle
i’m in my element, isotope
she give me looks like a microscope
i’m gonna take over
cuz i’m only gettin older
one man army in this b-tch
i’m gonna move it like a motor
[chorus]
this is all out war
all i want is more
pull up in a f-cking porsche
make them panties hit the floor
she go home when she get sore
i just lead her to the door
cuz that’s all i want her for
get my weapons out the drawer
this is all out war
imma be k!llin this game
war, imma be doing my thang
war, i want the money and fame
war, i need to cop me a chain
war, hop on the popular train
war, they gonna know that i came
war, i’m leaving nothing the same
war, get the f-ck out of my way, war
[verse 2]
feel like a god today, i wanna rob the bank
b-tches be takin’ their time to conversate, hoe hondale!
i cannot concentrate, these b-tches incompetent, i wanna say
i’m feelin confident, i’m bout to go off on this, i wanna play
i wanna whip it around in dubai
if she is trippin i c-m in her eye
my hand is grippin the front of her thigh
yeah b-tch i know my sh-t is fye
hop on the phone, order some tai
i wanna bone, she wanna ride
i’m in my zone, we gonna die
they say never s-x and drive
call me fleshlight cuz i gave her the lightskin
call me frostbite cuz i gave her the ice pick
call me off-white cuz i gave her the stripe d-ck
call me hawkeye cuz i bulls-eyed on that b-tch
[chorus]
this is all out war
all i want is more
pull up in a f-cking porsche
make them panties hit the floor
she go home when she get sore
i just lead her to the door
cuz that’s all i want her for
get my weapons out the drawer
this is all out war
imma be k!llin this game
war, imma be doing my thang
war, i want the money and fame
war, i need to cop me a chain
war, hop on the popular train
war, they gonna know that i came
war, i’m leaving nothing the same
war, get the f-ck out of my way, war
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