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war - boohooman lyrics

[chorus: prettyboyrick and boohooman]
we ready for war
(yeah)
walk in the store to applause
(yeah)
when you see me its mission abort
so much b*tches they line up in shorts
(okay)

none of my n*ggas be missing
(never)
you be so skinny you biscuit
(yeah)
your b*tch wanna leave me with hickeys

[verse 1: prettyboyrick]
im finna pull up with kb & jigg
rocks on my wrist
issa million dollar fit
ice on my neck and it shiney and glisten
watch out lil n*gga before i dismiss ya
walk in the house
they like n*gga who dis?
then i’m gone f*ck on your mom and your sister
if you gon play with me you get the stick
prettyboyrick
with a pretty lil b*tch
im not buying her cc
she want thе vv
now she throwing a fit
she a lil skee skee
michael jackson likе hee hee
when i do my lil dancey dance
put you in a trance a trance
fly you outta sa to france
its the spider & zombie
and know we come with the heat
lil n*gga best stay on your feet
[verse 2: prettyboyrick and boohooman]
you better run
(move)
cause you know you not the one
(who?)
i blast and your daughters & sons
(haha)
n*gga its mr dystörted
(yeah)
shout out selena she gorgeous
(bad)
the baddest need to be awarded
(hey)
send my regards to your warden
(hey)

[chorus: prettyboyrick]
we ready for war
walk in the store to applause
when you see me its mission abort
so much b*tches they line up in shorts

none of my n*ggas be missing
you be so skinny you biscuit
your b*tch wanna leave me with hickeys
that’s crazy cause i never hit it
[verse 3: prettyboyrick and boohooman]
this ain’t your xbox
lil n*gga you get chopped not screwed
aye
look at my wrist watch
its shiny like lip gloss
poppin out with the crew
aye
im finna get you deported
told you im rocking the airforce
but i f*ck with jordan
don’t think you important

[verse 4: boohooman]
aye
my vision dystörted
(yessir)
i can recall it
(okay)
remember days i was falling
destiny never calling
2018
when i was kid
fell to my knees
i’m praying lord please
my mama told me put my all in
now my pockets won’t stop talking
(shut the f*ck up b*tch)
in the city with the gang
i got the fire on fire on fire
you f*ck with me you and your boys get a tan
my exes boyfriend is a fan
big dog with the fangs
take off the tag
know i’m still it
got me a bag
not sharing it
coat is all black
they know thats the fit

fit
fit
play no games no squid
if that boy wanna feature he gotta pay a couple quid
gotta pay for a pic
your music giving me the ick
(ughh)
tell that boy he not a poet
you’ll never ever make a hit

- boohooman lyrics

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