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quadeca - war! lyrics

[chorus: quadeca]
these shoes are from christian dior, yeah (huh)
i’m not a kid anymore (no, i’m not, b-tch)
look at what i did to the store (what i did, yeah)
they don’t make this anymore uh (they do not!)
they don’t make sh-t like this anymore (they, do not!)
if you gon’ try to diss, best be sure, huh (best be sure)
cleaning up rappers this sh-t a ch0r-, huh (sweep, sweep)
yeah, if you want, war then it’s war b-tch (then it’s war, uh)

[verse 1: quadeca]
you ain’t a part of this, using my artifice
i put my heart in this
look where i started, i ain’t need a starter kit
i’ve been a starter since in kindergarten
and who are you harder than, you are not harder than me, huh?
i changed my numbers, i’m harder to reach
i turn my pages, i’m harder to read
say you know me, but i find that hard to believe
yeah, oh
sorry, i’m not nice (sorry)
they like, “oh
he just came through in some nikes, but these sh-ts is off whites”
they all be buggin’ when i go up off of the top like i got lice
i turn this sh-t freaky friday
i’ll make you think you on the wrong life
you in the wrong life b-tch, media painted the wrong light
hard to hide up in the spotlight
she do anything for me, i’m a klondike b-tch
i live two lives when i’m online, offline, everything on the line
f-ck all the clout, this is not ’bout a dollar sign
bottom line that’s just the bottom line
pulled up you stood sayin nothing just like you forgot your lines

[chorus: quadeca]
these shoes are from christian dior yeah (huhh)
i’m not a kid anymore huh (no, i’m not b-tch)
look at what i did to the store (what i did)
they don’t make this anymore huh (they, do not!)
they don’t make sh-t like this anymore (they, do not!)
if you gon’ try to diss, best be sure huh (best be sure)
cleaning up rappers this sh-t a ch0r- (sweep, sweep)
yeah, if you want war then it’s war b-tch (then it’s war huh)

[verse 2: dax]
dax!
n-ggas want beef, put it in a caption
n-ggas want tweet, never ’bout rapping
i was in the trap when they ask me what happened
i gripped on a tech, sorry man, now i’m blasting (ha ha ha)
what i said when he panic
blood on my shirt, yeah, new fashion
just bought a whip and i ran to the mansion
and flex on a b-tch, and i pop with this handgun
one shot and you dead
hb, two pencil -ss n-gga ’cause i always got lead
two free throws, two shots, one chest one to your head
911 speed dial, man down that’s what i said
who you know, was a janitor went and got rich
copped a whip that you peel of the lot
who you know be a thug, who would murder a n-gga
then talk and go move like barack
who you know got a jumper like curry and
dunk on a n-gga like shaq on the block
who you know, got a-
you don’t know n0body

[chorus: quadeca]
these shoes are from christian dior yeah (huh)
i’m not a kid anymore (no, i’m not b-tch)
look at what i did to the store (what i did)
they don’t make this anymore uh (they, do not!)
they don’t make sh-t like this anymore (they, do not!)
if you gon’ try to diss, best be sure uh (best be sure)
cleaning up rappers this sh-t a ch0r- (sweep, sweep)
yeah, if you want war then it’s war b-tch (then it’s war uh)

- quadeca lyrics

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