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peewee longway - war lyrics

[hook: peewee longway]
i got my money right, you n-gg-s still screaming “war”
spent a hundred band, nothin’ but chopper bullets
i got my money right, you n-gg-s still screaming “war”
i spent a hundred band, nothin’ but chopper bullets
yeah i be strapped the f-ck up, lil’ n-gg- we strapped the f-ck up
lil’ n-gg- we strapped the f-ck up, hundred band, nun’ but chopper bullets
we strapped the f-ck up, lil’ n-gg- we strapped the f-ck up
lil’ n-gg- we strapped the f-ck up, hundred band, nothin’ but chopper bullets

[verse 1: peewee longway]
b-tch i drop nothin’ but them benjamins on chopper bullets
y’all n-gg-s [?] chopper with them
i ran my bands up, now tell me who i’m squabble with ’em
you n-gg-s screamin’, you want war, n-gg- i brought it to you
young n-gg-s movin’ like black cops, k!ll everybody on the black tops
spend a hundred band and i’ma chop a bullet
i’m telling you that we will never stop shooting
all of my n-gg-s turn back with the juice
she watchin’ me on channel 2 news
i’m giving you f-ck n-gg- breaking news
i got my bands up, want war too
why don’t you act like you bulletproof?
send my n-gg-s at you duck, duck, goose
lil’ n-gg- we strapped the f-ck up too, trayvon hood, b-tch, the neighborhood blue
comin’ through down double-down, n-gg- that’s two
with nuts on our chopper, we call it bamboo
[?] your whole f-cking crew, like sammy sosa really set them through, longway!

[verse 2: mpa yikes & (peewee longway)]
lil’ n-gg- i’m strapped the f-ck up
ready for whatever, dawg
whatever you talkin’, we ridin’, n-gg-, like o-dog
knockin’ n-gg-s out, back to back
try me and i ain’t goin’ for that, i be black on black on the bullshit, spent a hundred thousand on banana clips
ready for war, ready for war, n-gg- what you want?
n-gg- here i go, me and my n-gg-s go hard like the g.i. joe
and i be strapped up everywhere i go
(snug nose, bulldog, pocket monster, four-four)
(ballistic bullet clip for) never-ending ammo
(strapped up like i’m rambo)
all are dressed in camo
n-gg- try me that’s a no-no, hit a n-gg- up on the low-low
i’m not gonna freeze on more-go
you want war, we brough it to your front door

- peewee longway lyrics

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