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kt foreign – war with me lyrics

[verse 1: kt foreign]
one-twenty in a porsche, feel like fastrak
ex b-tch call my phone, i don’t back track
i been out here gettin’ money, what you mad at?
ain’t no money hangin’ out, i got past that
n-gg-s lookin’ at me weird like i changed on ’em
i ain’t change, i just ran up my change on ’em
got fours, got money, and got a chain on ’em
had to stay in my lane, i remained foreign
n-gg- i don’t need no friends ’cause i’m poppin’
i get any b-tch i want ’cause i’m confident
30 on me, wish you would ’cause i’m poppin’ it
real n-gg-, in the pen they be lockin’ in
thirty-eight, no safety, no c-ckin’ it
no sh-lls, no l’s, we just rocket ship
steady slidin’ on these n-gg-s with these hockey sticks
it’s either foreign or it’s nothing, who you rocking with?
thirty-eight, no safety, no c-ckin’ it
no sh-lls, no l’s, we just rocket ship
steady slidin’ on these n-gg-s with these hockey sticks
it’s either foreign or it’s nothing, who you rocking with?
i was raised by tough love, i don’t love shit
i seen family turn on family, i don’ trust shit
mini uzi, double clip for that f-ck shit
for a chain, lose your life, don’t touch this n-gg-

[verse 2: nef the pharaoh]
word around the bay i brought vallejo back
b-tch it’s nate in my wood, don’t catch a heart attack
i never been a crest n-gg- but i’m romped out
speaking down on the chain and got slumped out
one v, hightop faded like i’m ghandi
ain’t a n-gg- tax me, i’m wavy like max b
dummy, still go eighteen hundred
get the f-ck n-gg- fee, b-tch run it
i came down too sd and i got the plug
lil house -ss n-gg-, you are not a real thug
you were scared when they slid, b-tch i seen what it was
kanye west, flashing lights when i bust, it’s chain chains

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket
b-tch i talk shit, i don’t talk on topic
i don’t trust you, i don’t trust n-body
b-tch i don’t want you, i just want your body
n-gg-s don’t really want war with me
that hammer with me, that throw with me
my main stay home and do ch-r-s for me
just bought her a glock, she gon’ score for me
n-gg-s really poppin’, b-tch we really poppin’
fifty in the clip clip, knockin’ n-gg-s really driving
b-tch we really mob ties, b-tch we really locked in
and i’ll really k!ll a n-gg- and that’s on my mama
i don’t want no problems but i’m with the drama
on my unborn kids’ future baby mama
do a challenge with this glock, that’s a baby line-up
and you’ll catch steady shots off of one dollar
n-gg-s don’t really want war with me
my main stay home and do ch-r-s for me
five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket
b-tch i talk shit, i don’t talk on topic
i don’t trust you, i don’t trust n-body
b-tch i don’t want you, i just want your body
n-gg-s don’t really want war with me
that hammer with me, that throw with me
my main stay home and do ch-r-s for me
just bought her a glock, she gon’ score for me

- kt foreign lyrics

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