flexiblelove – war! lyrics
(verse 1)
your b-tch on my sack and you know she gon blow dat
choppers with sticks keep it tucked we don’t show dat
call up the gang and you know we all tote that
chopper bend air you gon’ flip, you gon’ blow back
i keep a branch of n-ggas f-ck a tree
yo b-tch livin’ off you, just like a leech
this n-gga can’t talk? i impeded his speech
my stick got a runny tummy flee the scene
the gr-ss on the other side may be green
but that don’t mean you’ll be living in peace
thirty got some t-tties it m-ssage ya meat
this n-gga make love letters, this n-gga sweet
n-gga stressing he smoking on cigarettes
your b-tch gimme neck like an egret
i f-cked on your b-tch keep it secret
i laugh at a b-tch who got regrets
(chorus)
why these n-ggas want war with us?
pull up blastin in tonka trucks
fully auto no turbo thrust
turn him to smoke to dust
i hate b-tches i hate n-ggas too
i keep thirties so dont act a fool
lil b-tch dumb i use her like a tool
im the hood dove who’re you?
(verse 2)
my pistol h-rny finna bust a nut
run off with ya pack and double up
you n-ggas dyk-s, you n-ggas b-ttercups
big head b-tches like the power puffs
might beat on her p-ssy like 808’s
i drape her in loui v lingerie
i shot a n-gga in broad day
i ain’t beat the case so i did the race
my diamonds they link human centipede
i need money cause fat n-ggas need to eat
never ate a b-tch p-ssy thas’ nay for me
she gone l!ck on the tip like a swisher sweets
these f-ck n-ggas they think they be pressing me
tweeting sh-t to me think that it scaring me
but in person they can’t keep that energy
fake personas i’ll fill em with exergy
money all in my ear i can’t hear you
b-tches think i’m their guide i can’t steer you
flexing up with your glocks like you bullet proof
b-tch i inflict fear i ain’t fearing you
i jug for real i ain’t kidding you all my n-ggas keep it real i ain’t feeling you
i got n-ggas in gutters and valleys you talk on my name and i bet they’ll be peeling you
all my n-ggas be crazy like animals all you f-ck n-ggas be sweet like a danimal
shipping pounds and im feeling like hannibal, annual
b-tch get the f-ck off my patio
(chorus)
why these n-ggas want war with us?
pull up blastin in tonka trucks
fully auto no turbo thrust
turn him to smoke to dust
i hate b-tches i hate n-ggas too
i keep thirties so dont act a fool
lil b-tch dumb i use her like a tool
im the hood dove who’re you?
aye!
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