marino infantry - infantry warz lyrics
[verse 1: lulu p]
mmm, everything taxed is to us
b+tch this is infantry warz
really ran it up, check the score
feel like max off of shottas
“p done [?]”
n+gga f+ck you and your partner
this a different saga
couple bad b+tches set up for the slaughter
arp will pop him
f+ck around with p, i’ll spank you like your father
i done got some change
bored of the porsche, i’m thinking bout the range
now i’m thinking bout the wraith
your b+tch, i’m thinking bout her face
[verse 2: a$ap ant]
my shoebox like a safe
a hundred stuck from an eighth
alphabet, gun a k
pockets fat, [jessie faye?]
i grew my weed in the gardеn
black car like a goblin
her head bop now shе nodding
hot box now it’s fogging
[verse 3: lil 2dow]
i’m thinking bout a infantry store
serving all the fiends all the raw
gave him 2, said he wanted more
you know what they say, keys open doors
moneyy bags all on the floor
hitting in the rental or the [?]
mix the brick, then i get the o’s
[verse 4: a$ap ant]
i got the problems, now we gonna solve em
007, skyfalling
i paint the picture, kodak moment
destiny child, kelly rowland
too many b+tches like who let the hoes in?
you a starter kit, b+tch i’m frozen
i want my own car like it’s stolen
sippin codeine, spend the money how i’m coping
[verse 5: lulu p]
hit the b+tch with the rope a dope
f+ck n+gga talking out of turn
you know the p send a lot of smoke
yeah yeah b+tch jug that
p done got a new bust down
all the hoes wanna f+ck now
i don’t give a mother f+ck now
[verse 6: lil 2dow]
free my n+gga, he don’t got a bond
when i pitch the rock, i gotta bomb
006 for the uh
i served his ass skittles, said it’s runtz
i stuffed the work all in her c+nt
two grams all in the blunt
new dope call it donald trump
[verse 7: soduh]
mission impossible, i left with the money
it’s a smack in the face, man that boy tried to fight me
he don’t really like me, his b+tch really want me
she dance in my face, man this b+tch tryna taunt me
let him test us, we gon knock out his front piece
sh+t i sleep with the jacksons and franklins, i’m comfy
sh+t, i’m number one in the country
ay get to the set, b+tch i move like a athlete
finesse me a ten piece, b+tch i got technique
i spit at the coach if that b+tch try to bench me
[?] ride with more chill, man that sh+t is so tempting
make a opp reconsider that chitty, that chattery
reload that, up it and blow at his bladder
i’m thinking like [?], gotta clean up the splatter
sh+t, half of this sh+t really mind over matter
she thinks i’m handsome, she left me so flattered
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