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war time - fredo bang lyrics

[intro]
(wait hol’ up, this abeats)
(ain’t that dj chose over there? look like dj chose)
come with that motherf*ckin’ bag, we gon’ get you together
i’ma tell you
on my mama and yours
ayy dolo, we shootin’ outside

[verse]
first grade, was to myself, i never liked to play
woke up, grabbed the stick like, “who gon’ die today?”
when it come to murder, i don’t hesitate
i was in that bottom just the other day
you n*ggas rap ’bout kids, i’m [?], bring out that yellow tape
put his feet up in the air, that’s what osama say
dissin’ on the ‘net, i’m tryna see how many your [?] take
every time they comе around, we treat it like a holiday
aimin’ for his hеad, took off a ear, he ain’t listen anyway
i might pop out in your section with my weapon, ain’t no checkin’ in
all the k!llers give me my respect, they know i get it in
ain’t nothin’ on this b*tch, i need her mouth, i tell her, “get it right” (get it right)
clutchin’ on my stick all up in class, you can ask funnymike
ain’t gotta rep on bodies, b*tch, i got ’em, if you know you know
pull up, servin’ n*ggas door to door, we just like domino’s
and i know what to do when p*ssy n*ggas wanna do the most
heat ’em, just like strippers, drop a bag, they shakin’ by they toes
like to spend a ten, if i wanna her bad, i’ll prolly spend a dub
trollin’ on the ‘gram to get some fame, that n*gga die for a buzz
last time we heard him speak, he said he’d come and wipe my nose
they ain’t even cry about that n*gga since his funeral (turn me up)
[chorus]
it go grrah, what that switch do
pick your partner up, he a tissue
it go grrah, what that switch do
pick your dawg up, he a tissue
grrah, what that switch do
pick your dad up, he a tissue (pick your mans up)
grrah, what that switch do
pick your cousin up, he a tissue (pick your mans up)
it go grrah, what that switch do
pick your partner up, he a tissue
it go grrah, what that switch do
pick your dawg up, he a tissue

[outro]
what you mean, gucci slippers in here?
only n*gga in the penitentiary with the red gucci slides, man, that ain’t blood sh*t, man
wait hold up, man, that’s gucci’s, man
come, come with that motherf*ckin’ bag, we gon’ get you together
i’ma tell you
on my mama and yours
from now on, i got h*lla investments
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
war time

- fredo bang lyrics

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