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dixmond esco – world war lyrics

[intro]
esco on the beat

[pre+chorus]
donald asks for war
gun shots everywhere
rockets in the the air
no one be playin’ fair
got the flair shot
mosh+pit, i’m down, it’s hot
going crazy, world war on board
[chorus]
got my n+ggas
got the hitmen
got the snipers and the dracos
got the rpg
i’m makin’ no deal
keep it real, got the heat
f+ck your eyesight, you can’t read
i’ma cut your beads (cut ’em)

[verse 1]
i’m crazy and you dead
lock and load, i’m ready
no slappin’, just shoot
hope you heard me
k!ll the boss, hurt him
train hard, fight hard
militry gunmen, shoot the hard head
ten digits if you need it me
no time to talk
don’t walk to the war
you ain’t far from death
just k!ll or be k!lled, don’t care about no health
wanted by the army, bet your life (yeah)
health care on they way
no time for your bae
you will meet her at the bay
i can make you hate the army
don’t stop, shoot ’til you ain’t got no ammo
i ain’t going to war with no raymond, n+gga (yeah)
f+ckin’ with kayla
now i gotta fetch layla
you can be a hater
pump the base
gotta shoot the army
flashback, grenades on board
see you later, n+gga
whole ammo (on god)
got the the dracos (on board)
got the snipers (oh lord)
flashback, grenades on you
start the war and end it
sick and tired of your sh+t
i’m sendin’ hot shots
[pre+chorus]
donald asks for war
gun shots everywhere
rockets in the the air
no one be playin’ fair
got the flair shot
mosh+pit, i’m down, it’s hot
going crazy, world war on board

[chorus]
got my n+ggas
got the hitmen
got the snipers and the dracos
got the rpg
i’m makin’ no deal
keep it real, got the heat
f+ck your eyesight, you can’t read
i’ma cut your beads (cut ’em)

[verse 2]
lil punk, i’m ready, i ain’t steady
infinite hot shots
black n+gga, whole guns
right hitman, lotta fun
wrong hitman, gotta run
turn you into my slave, so behave
sticky bombs, molotovs
proxmines, tick+tock
atomic bomb on board set the proxmines, ay
time is tickin’, get the ammo rollin’
caught you bowlin’
call the ballers
don’t want no hold ups
get your role on
always busy
don’t waste too much of your energy
call the shots ’cause i’m ready
i’m hot, time is tickin’
i ain’t got all day
bomb the sh+t outta you
send the hot shots
got the armour
you a coward
drop the beat
i ain’t got no deal to seal
put the fire to your seat, feel the heat
bring the heat right here
cut your ear
come here to the master
tick+tock, time is tickin’
bring your ass down here
whole ammo in the bag
you such a nag
don’t brag ’bout the ammo
let the war begin
shoot you back to sleep
fetch the casket or the basket, n+gga (send the shots)
[pre+chorus]
donald asks for war
gun shots everywhere
rockets in the the air
no one be playin’ fair
got the flair shot
mosh+pit, i’m down, it’s hot
going crazy, world war on board

[outro]
cut em, cut em
cut the beads
cut em, cut em, cut em
cut the beads
cut em, cut em, cut em

- dixmond esco lyrics

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