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sharc - warlord lyrics

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[intro]
14 let’s go!
yeah
p+ssy boy, don’t talk back
yeah, no funny sh+t
i heard you

[hook]
f&n flip his whip, bet that boy won’t spin again (pew, pew, pew, grrt)
cooking katy perry, b+tch (ooh)
let it dry, let it sit
tall, slim vogue model b+tch, and she l!cking d+ck
hit her from the back then she crash, yeah, fender bender
knives on us in the prison
no cap, we the real ones
dope stashed in the kitty
n+ts+ck on the pistol (grrt)
big homie, stuart little
sharc true to the grizzle
two guns, i’m on a mission
playing dirty like a scrimmage (yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah, ooh)

[verse 1]
she nutted twicе, i’m not finished
i be on that block really, pull up in that drop bentley (newm)
fifty in that glock 20, n+gga, this a mop, really
clean a n+gga block literally (sterilize, no funny sh+t, ooh)
black on black suburban, i feel like a star man
pelle’d up like birkin
raf simon campaign, watch me do my d+mn thing
soon a n+gga act up, pull him like a hamstring (pull him)
p+ssy, are you geeked or just stupid? (are you dumb?)
i came with a gang of elite f+cking shooters (real hard yard)
he talking on twitter like a goonie
home invasion, his brain on the screen of his computer (kick his f+cking door)
[bridge]
teach him not to talk back, p+ssy boy don’t talk back
yeah, you better not talk back (better not talk back, better not talk back)
like, n+gga, where your pops at?
n+ggas should’ve popped on you
we gon’ put these choppas on you (p+ssy boy don’t talk back)

[hook]
f&n flip his whip, bet that boy won’t spin again (pew, pew, pew, grrt)
cooking katy perry, b+tch (ooh)
let it dry, let it sit
tall, slim vogue model b+tch, and she l!cking d+ck
hit her from the back then she crash, yeah, fender bender
knives on us in the prison
no cap, we the real ones
dope stashed in the kitty
n+ts+ck on the pistol (grrt)
big homie, stuart little
sharc true to the grizzle
two guns, i’m on a mission
playing dirty like a scrimmage (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
if you like me, baby, deep throat (ah)
fiends, they in geek mode, bring the tvs to me
on the block after 12, welcome to the freak show (welcome to the freak)
that’s your last c+note, a rifle in my peacoat (grrt)
sliding with a freak bunny, drop her at the bunny range
tote low, avalanche, vvs, wrist climate
flush a n+gga, p+ssy diamonds
yeah, hang out the window, draco milly rocking
[bridge]
teach him not to talk back, p+ssy boy don’t talk back
yeah, you better not talk back (better not talk back, better not talk back)
like, n+gga, where your pops at?
n+ggas should’ve popped on you
we gon’ put these choppas on you (p+ssy boy don’t talk back)

[hook]
f&n flip his whip, bet that boy won’t spin again (pew, pew, pew, grrt)
cooking katy perry, b+tch (ooh)
let it dry, let it sit
tall, slim vogue model b+tch, and she l!cking d+ck
hit her from the back then she crash, yeah, fender bender
knives on us in the prison
no cap, we the real ones
dope stashed in the kitty
n+ts+ck on the pistol (grrt)
big homie, stuart little
sharc true to the grizzle
two guns, i’m on a mission
playing dirty like a scrimmage (yeah, yeah, yeah)



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