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war vet - fundz (us) lyrics

[intro]
well, good luck, ron (well, good luck, ron)
uh*huh, uh*huh
uh*huh
yeah, uh*huh
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
n*ggas be way too moody, n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody, n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody, n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody, n*ggas be way too moody (yeah)
[verse]
wake a b*tch up like a rest stop
b*tch, i move like a boss under pressure
we’ll make a n*gga fold like a laptop
and i’ll never fold like a desktop
he a ho, she made him sleep in the wet spot
ain’t no weight, he come around with his chest out
keepin’ up with the cap, get his hat c*cked
she suck d*ck with her hands c*cked like hanc*ck
i’m still with the same n*ggas from the sandbox
i been a big dog way before sandlot
aim at a n*gga head with the red dot
this a nikon, it only shoot headshots
i took a flight to the bay just to recharge
and i’m rollin’ up skunk in a tree bark
n*ggas gotta hold an image like a pr
this baby tec send him down to the er
he on the ‘net, n*gga livin’ in the vr
where i come from, you can’t have a weak heart
and my teacher told me i wouldn’t be smart
but i don’t trust hoes, they r*t*rds
f*ck, i’m still standin’ ten toes like a leotard
i told her i ain’t tryna kick it, i ain’t leonard
but i can still paint a picture like leonard’
but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout dicaprio
b*tch stink, she a baddy, though
i can’t lie, she got a fatty, though
but i ain’t tryna facetime, send an addy, though
i’m still up and i ain’t even need a addy, though
i make a old b*tch call a n*gga “daddy*o”
while i’m countin’ on the green like luigi
i ain’t never say this sh*t’ll be easy
i’m outside with the squad like recess
n*ggas f*ckin’ up the game, hit reset
my boy ran through the clip, he don’t need track
ran through another clip, that’s a heat check
he think he hot, cool him off with a ice pack
i go berserk and these n*ggas ain’t like that
i took a break, then a n*gga came right back
the way i feel, i ain’t never gotta type that
n*ggas be way too moody
but they don’t do none, but talk like a poet
how you claim that you real? you don’t show that
that’s how n*ggas gettin’ stretched like a 4x
i’m steppin’ on a n*gga neck like a doormat
i’m startin’ to think the .45 got torx
we’ll walk a n*gga down to his doorstep
and if you make it out the ‘raq, you a war vet
[bridge]
if you make it out the ‘raq, you a war vet
make it out of chi*raq, you a motherf*ckin’ war vet
make it out of chicago, n*gga, you a war vet
make it out of chi*town, you a motherf*ckin’ war vet

[chorus]
be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody, n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody, n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody, n*ggas be way too moody

[outro]
yeah, yeah

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