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fuller - war lyrics

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war

hook

yea i walk up in this b+tch like who want war wit me

yea i got this sh+t an lock b+tch an i destroyed the key

i have no limits f+ck around they call me master p

stay in yo lane b+tch

if you don’t give brain b+tch

this that fullersh+t

i gotta represent

the flow give em h+ll
bars heaven sent

on a sunday morning sharper than yo reverend

the way i’m cooking up they they think a n+gga out here catering

verse 1

i keep my grass cut keep a eye out for the snakes

rolling up all these leaves i think i need rake

you n+ggas sleep i wake an bake while i get the cake

i paper chase while u you weight like you out of shape

whole up bag bk let me talk my sh+t

how you hustling but you ain’t out here taking care yo kids
how you broke but you out here worrying bout a b+tch

you down bag gotta dig ya self up out the ditch

oh you thug now

you got ya 44

you be quick to tell a n+gga he don’t smoke

you be quick to rob a n+gga when ya pockets low

till you on the news an no money for a funeral

this no cap no rap my n+gga this real spill

bro you gotta chill before somebody eat k!lled

u ain’t gotta prove that you that you tough guy
cuz i’m school everybody knew u wasn’t that guy

hook

yea i walk up in this b+tch like who want war wit me

yea i got this sh+t an lock b+tch an i destroyed the key

i have no limits f+ck around they call me master p

stay in yo lane b+tch

if you don’t give brain b+tch

this that fullersh+t

i gotta represent

the flow give em h+ll

bars heaven sent

on a sunday morning sharper than yo reverend

the way i’m cooking up they they think a n+gga out here catering

verse 2

this that fullersh+t

i gotta say it once again

if u ain’t bout that action baby

then imma f+ck ya friend

an with pen

a can write a n+gga death wish

i’m a problem

like a question on a test b+tch

take em to school

i do #s like it’s algebra

i couldn’t find my ex

when sh+t was gettin hard for us

every time see her

she turn into mrs officer

she try cuff me

don’t touch me

ain’t no love ya

my heart cold

so stone cold

i had to stunt on her

on the paper chase like a track meet

i had to run it up

a few n+ggas i had to subtract just to sum it up

crabs in a barrel but somehow i still b coming up

i don’t trust ya when it come to my hustle

i’m in grind mode

i ball hard

so when i travel

different time zone

call the plug

get me some weed

an get mine blown

call my b+tch

get some head

then i’m gone

- fuller lyrics

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