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cartier lens (feat. kankan, 637iso) - warhovnds lyrics

[intro]
(yeah)
(yeah)
(yeah)
(go)
(yeah, huh)
(bee)
(yeah, go)
(yeah, go, yeah)
(cashapp)

[chorus] [warhovnds]
yeah, that rat n*gga scary, he p*ssy
f*ck that n*gga, he p*ssy (yeah)
i’m wearing cartier lens (yeah)
i don’t want you, b*tch, i want your friends (yeah)
cartier lens like tony (yeah)
these n*ggas fake, they phony (yeah)
these n*ggas don’t want baloney (yeah)
i gave her the glizzy, no coney (yeah)
i’m sagging these bricks like a man (yeah)
your hoe wanna f*ck, she a fan (yeah)
i’m dying i ain’t talkin down, yеah (yeah)
i’m in this sh*t with kan, kan, kan (yeah)
2500 is light (yeah)
your hoе wanna f*ck every night (yeah)
i’m mario, i give her that pipe (yeah)
my n*ggas they came in with them pipes (yeah)
[verse] [warhovnds]
my n*ggas came in with pipes like a bomb
lil’ shawty a freak, she take off her thong
i ain’t talkin’ chicken, but i gave her the bone
i ain’t tryna stress you so leave it alone
how many of y’all got features with kan
each one of these n*ggas show me a band
it’s cold outside, but i came with a fan
amiri jeans can’t even hold me a band
shot at that white boy, i gave him a tan
p*ssy ass b*tch, you know she a ten

[verse] [kankan]
i’m in the h with my dope
the fn came with a scope
your b*tch for the games, she’s a ho
f*ck n*gga, yeah, my bro
down with them 50 rolls
and the chrome heart fit them racks
and they still leave ’em flat like a mat
and i got a plug named matt
in the h*llcat, n*gga, matte black
and that n*gga, that all cap
home in the h off the act’
and the perc made me relax
the check came in, got me saks
and i got sale on the tech
wanna feat, n*gga getting taxed
you rat n*ggas scared, that’s facts
[verse] [637iso]
ye*yeah, that’s facts
he tried to run, but got shot in his back
you come from that hoe, and that b*tch is a gnat
pull up in scat, and that b*tch all black
no tennis, but my pockets full of them racks
this big ass choppa, man, get back
they told me this dude tryna get me a bag
i been so high, b*tch, i got jet lag
b*tch, i do the dash in the f*ty jag
and if that f*ck n*gga run up on me, ima blast
b*tch i’m so high, so you can’t overlook me
he think he tough, but that n*gga a rookie
i took his b*tch, got the ho playing hooky
yeah, these rat n*ggas scary, they p*ssy

[chorus] [warhovnds]
yeah, that rat n*gga scary, he p*ssy
f*ck that n*gga, he p*ssy (yeah)
i’m wearing cartier lens (yeah)
i don’t want you, b*tch, i want your friends (yeah)
2500 is light (yeah)
your hoe wanna f*ck every night (yeah)
i’m mario, i give her that pipe (yeah)
my n*ggas they came in with them pipes (yeah)

- warhovnds lyrics

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