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rich homie quan - war ready lyrics

[intro: rich homie quan]
hey look man
i got a ruger on me now
i got like four baby choppers
know what i mean?
i feel like osama in this motherf-cker
bin laden that is

[hook: rich homie quan]
you want war, we ready
we got guns plus machetes
you don’t want no beef, no spaghetti
premium gas no unleaded
ain’t tryna preach like a reverend
i want to see if she ready
cl1ck clack bang, fire fire, ayy
shooting the eagle, no desert
painted my house all white, dmx like in belly
i see that red call light that means she just left a message
all of my n-ggas war ready
some of you n-ggas be scary
cause if it comes down to it, boy you n-ggas ain’t ready

[verse 1: rich homie quan]
sticks, choppas, handguns, all of em loaded i swear
aretha franklin, east atlanta, n-gga i’ll take you there
my best friend is ben franklin, knew him before mcnair
b-tches, who didn’t f-ck with me, you should see how them b-tches act now
i’m war ready at all times, y’all n-ggas just small time
i was standing on the block, yeah i was on the corner dealing small dimes
baby girl don’t suck this motherf-cking d-ck if ya -ss don’t motherf-cking know how
it’s another story if you know how to ride d-ck, girl i ain’t gon tell you slow down
shawty real freaky, nutted in her face both times
nawl this ain’t all of my bullets i got some more rounds
shawty wanna charge for p-ssy but i’m like woah now
like a little darling shawty stay wanna go out
no roof, roof, top missin’ on a lil coupe, coupe
2 door that is, i’m a big dog, got cujo status
anybody in the water, the atlantic, ocean

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
ruger, uzi, omar epps, boy i’m in too deep
i just took it, yeah we kept it, boy we play for keeps
mj on my front line no bandaid they bleeding
gave that boy the run around, faked em then i trick em
all this money, all this clientele, i got all the dope
f-cked her, why she had to go and tell all them nat-nat hoes
you in it for the money, b-tch you ain’t come up with me
put you in a bentley, you was in a honda civic
d-ck in her mouth like a cavity, i’m the dentist
baby i’m the hot dog, you can be the relish
put it in her stomach, n-gga i’mma make her feel it
fifty guns boy i’m war ready
all or nun n-gga, i’mma bet it
everything n-gga i’ll bet it
can’t see me on your best day, n-gga my worst day
popping bottles like my motherf-cking birthday
give that thot b-tch a cup of water
cause i know she thirsty
amen, let the church pray

[outro: rich homie quan & young thug]
aye man
y’all n-ggas talkin’ brazy like y’all really ’bout that life man
y’all lil kids better stay in a lil kid’s place
udigg what i’m f-ckin’ sayin’?
blatt!

- rich homie quan lyrics

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