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cook laflare - warrior lyrics

[intro]
stash 808
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
yeah, yeah, ayy

[chorus]
i’m a warrior, in these streets, i’m a warrior
tell mama i don’t wan’ worry her, tell mama i don’t wan’ worry her
double cup filled with d, percocets my therapy
lil’ broke boys wanna k!ll me, lil’ broke boys wanna k!ll me
won’t stop ’til the cup purple, mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm
your b-tch wanna bust her move, mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm
wanna suck the nut like the vacuum, mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm
bet she never seen this many blues, mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm

[verse]
street like isis
too much money for a mid-life crisis
animated dope, yeah, ike it
long way to the top but i like hikin’
i gave her a perc, said, “try it”
she said, “boy, how you know i’m gon’ like it?”
i told her i can tell the future like a psychic
twitter fingers get shot ‘fore they done typin’
tweakin’ off the drugs, on pills
all my opps got k!lled
lamborghini white like milk
operation smooth like silk
i’m wrapped in the hundreds like a quilt
i’m standin’ on the hundreds like stilts
water like loch ness lake, not kilt
f-ckin’ on a rich lil’ milf
drinkin’ lean like a baby drink milk
hi-tech in the baby bottle, no milk
hi-tech like i done done meth
sorry lil’ baby, this ice don’t melt
in a maserati, no seatbelt
rockin’ helping hand, i helped myself, ayy, ayy
yeah, when you at the top, everybody want your belt, ayy, jugg

[verse 2]
strapped like fortnite
tell them k!llers come and get you, that’s a green light
practice every time just like eli
junkies said the dope real cheap like fila
my brother told me love get you k!lled
the road bumpy like braille
ballin’ like lebron, no team, i’ma get a d-mn ring myself
gotta stay low, stay stealth
like my b-tch short like an elf
and i’m a warrior, i rose from the flames, i can’t go back to h-ll
beat down the brick by myself
now i’m on top like a shelf
seven hundred, i gucci-ed the belt
og so strong, feel like i’m smokin’ melt
big smoke bag, smokin’ out the zip
bossed up my b-tch
louis thirteen, that’s two hundred a sip
you want some drank, that’s two hundred a zip
i just cashed out, paper tags on the whip
rip, head too legit
lil’ b-tch gon’ f-ck when she see this drip, jugg

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