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warrior - backend foreign lyrics

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[chorus]
fifty thousand, all designer
yeah i spent enough this week
too much smoke up in these streets
i hope these angels cover me

that metal tucked
my head up
i think ’bout giving up
but i’m a warrior like curry
i can’t stop

i’m having snakes up in my grass
they worser than the opps
i climbed a mountain to get to where i’m at
my wrist on rock
hired the cleaning crew and bought the youngins brand new mops
(my wrist on)

[verse 1]
if i wasn’t rapping, prolly be at home in a shootout now
on dee i’m ballin’ but instead he screaming “two for one”
when you living wrong, it be sh*t you can’t {?]
i got choppers in the couch, i put a lambo in thе yard

louis v lenses, see demons through thе dark
i wake up get that bag, i don’t have no time for yawning
we ain’t doing no attempts and we ain’t tryna get even
i just came to drop the bag and stop that p*ssy from breathing

glock ain’t got no safety hope them n*ggas play defense
early morning, late nights i been facing my demons
in and out the system it affect how i’m rising
i know it don’t get better so don’t come and remind me

[chorus]
fifty thousand, all designer
yeah i spent enough this week
too much smoke up in these streets
i hope these angels cover me

that metal tucked
my head up
i think ’bout giving up
but i’m a warrior like curry
i can’t stop
i’m having snakes up in my grass
they worser than the opps
i climbed a mountain to get to where i’m at
my wrist on rock
hired the cleaning crew and bought the youngins brand new mops

(my wrist on)

[verse 2]

… [?] on the og we don’t know who shoot slim
hardest part about these tears is i been holding them in
we do not need no new friends so ain’t letting them in

pocket names, so many died
wanna go back when i was five
i’m tryna find another life
i just hope that it get right

[chorus]
fifty thousand, all designer
yeah i spent enough this week
too much smoke up in these streets
i hope these angels cover me

that metal tucked
my head up
i think ’bout giving up
but i’m a warrior like curry
i can’t stop
i’m having snakes up in my grass
they worser than the opps
i climbed a mountain to get to where i’m at
my wrist on rock
hired the cleaning crew and bought the youngins brand new mops

(my wrist on)

- backend foreign lyrics

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