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fredo santana - war lyrics

[chorus: fredo santana]
first n-gga gettin’ tough, gettin’ trunk
i got that 30 in my pocket, w-ssup
300 swoll in the club, get stomped
a couple shots gettin’ fired, we ain’t lettin’ up
don’t nan n-gga, want war with us
don’t nan n-gga, want war with us
don’t nan n-gga, want war with us
a couple shots gettin’ fired, we ain’t letting up

[verse 1: fredo santana]
a couple shots gettin’ fired, we ain’t letting up
grab a choppa, grab a tech, grab erythang
k!ll erythang. on erythang
yeah them 30s and them glocks, yeah we tote those
fufu -ss n-ggas, we expose those
call my lil’ n-ggas up about a stain tho
sit down, plot about it, then we take it down
anybody move, or make sound
couple bodies drop, from them choppa rounds
everyday is halloween, i got my mask out
all my n-ggas savages don’t make a spazz out
tadoe on it and he got the f-ckin’ 40 on ‘em
if a n-gga want beef i send my shorties on em
yeah that life b-tch, i’mma bout that
catch a n-gga snoozing, push his cap back
yeah that life b-tch, i’mma bout that

[verse 2 : sd]
i’m a monster we be takin’ sh-t (yahh)
we gorilla -ss n-ggas don’t want war wit’ us (nah)
a lot fans don’t need a guard (uhuh)
and i got a lot a n-ggas f-ck a entourage (yahh)
high as f-ck i’m coolin’ with the stars (chillin)
chillin’ with them demons b-tch i’m close to mars (gone)
we sacked up then he gettin robbed (wahhh)
i’m a flashy -ss n-gga i don’t need a job (nahh)
couple racks on ya head n-gga (yahh)
keep playing tough then you would be a dead n-gga (bwahh)
you want war keep yah back yard (rahh)
them n-ggas stupid just tryin’ to camouflage (fugazi)
i’m addicted to the kush n-gga (loud)
i’m a drug addict pill poppin’ hood n-gga (let’s get it)
too much money for a war wit’ us (yahh)
gbe b-tch it’s only us (3hunna)

[verse 3 : gino marley]
group a wild n-ggas blood hound n-ggas
when it comes to stains we take down n-ggas
ki’s and pounds n-gga hit the ground n-gga
let 30 shots go, call that sh-t a crowd clearer
lots a loud innas foreign cars in ‘em
we sum’ bread winnas so we some band spendas
open all doors b-tch let the squad enter
and we share hoes b-tch let the squad hit ya
money over all no ops in this mob n-gga
put money on yo’ squad that’s a group a dead n-ggas
and all we do is win ain’t lose innas
and we stay turnt up we ain’t no cool n-ggas
keep the tool when we move never snooze n-gga
couple shots to ya body try to move n-gga
time is money and we own money all the time
war is nutten n-gga we can war at any time

- fredo santana lyrics

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