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nle choppa – war with me lyrics

war with me lyrics
[intro]
d+mn it, franchise, you did it again
and if the beat live, you know lil ju made it

[verse 1]
ayy, stuff the grass in the caddy we making it fat
shoot that boy in the back, then i’m doubling back
b+tch i walk in that bank and i broke out the racks
had to work on some trappin’, the dope in my sack
ayy, i shot at the father, he had him a daughter
they say that i’m hotter, i need me some water
got in the drought, started drippin’ and drowinin’
keep yo’ hands out the door so [?]
i told the police, i ain’t doin’ no talkin’
put the pole in yo’ face, get yo’ [?] up off me
cross him on a l!ck, you know that i’m saucy
my p up, send a hit ’cause i’m bossy
we trailing the car, he thought that he lost me
caught that boy at the light, left his ass in a coffin
ran from the cops, got the deputies on me
it’s a whole lot of buzz in this resident home

[chorus]
ayy
make that money, b+tch make it
take that sack, n+gga take it
whip that brick, n+gga bake it
we fried that n+gga like bacon
i just hopped in the cat, i’m racin’
i just grabbed me a mask, i’m chasin’
every toe got a tag, amazin’
you a demon, i’m somethin’ like satan
lil’ n+gga better work that block
lil’ n+gga better send them shots
hot head, don’t get me hot
leave him out dry, then he rot
so who want war with me?
couple b+tches, one orgy
yo’ b+tches they ignoring me’
now i got ’em h+rny
[verse 2]
ayy, trappin’ on the boat, got the bowls on deck
got a percocet in and make me sweat
i ain’t never been a rookie with the gun, i’m a vet
sending shots at the n+gga, wait tell me where he at
talk to my n+ggas, i’m known for the crashin’
i’ma put him in a casket since he be bashin’
glock in the caddy while i ride in cali
she got off the molly, but her name was sally
beat a n+gga ass like i’m yo’ daddy
get a [?] like i’m [?]
what happened? he got hit with the gatty
his brother the sickest, his momma saddest
his sister [?]
[?] my d+ck [?]
drop a body then f+ck on the relatives
with this murder sh+t, i get competitive

- nle choppa lyrics

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