
letra de war - bandgang lonnie bands
[intro: bandgang lonnie bands]
(trauma tone)
ayy, ayy, ayy
[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
break a b-tch down like my dough jer
bang bang on that b-tch, i’m a soldier
send a b-tch with that work like i’m ’posed to, hey
send her with them pills, no motron
i’m the man in my city
ayy, i’m the man in your city, b-tch
ayy, i’ma f-ck you good and i’ma leave you, baby
hey, d-mn right i play it greezy, baby
every night a n-gga think of them broke days
and when my music wasn’t gettin’ no plays
n-gga, on my birthday, i had no cake
last week, i had a threesome with some snowflakes
god gave me a gift, i’ma take it in stride
put my pride to the side and i came alive
had to feed my guys, ayy, ayy
n-gga, free my guys, ayy
[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
made my own way and they hated on me
want me to slip, i know they waitin’ on me
whole team made a mil’, then they raided on me (then they raided on me)
just say a prayer for us, ayy
i was just born in this sh-t, i was just born in this sh-t
how many guns in my city ’cause it’s war with me
ain’t raised no ho, ain’t no forfeit
blood on the money and my pores in it
[verse 2: big t]
i hang with the thug n-ggas
raised by the drug dealers
never hang with no poor n-ggas
g-ngb-ng in the cut feeling (graah)
hoes came to the club with us
they just wet, they in love with us
she ain’t gonna f-ck with us like we blood n-ggas
until we hopped out from the drug dealers
i heard my ho cheated on me with some thug n-ggas
but they ain’t got sh-t to do with me, man, that’s up with us (i ain’t worried ’bout that)
rap p-ssy, trunk n-ggas (i ain’t worried ’bout you)
grab a p-ssy by the trunk, n-gga
heard the work up in the trunk with you
you givin’ up the keys like a drunk dealer
send them dreadheaded guilt n-ggas
kris kross, make ’em jump n-ggas
[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
made my own way and they hated on me
want me to slip, i know they waitin’ on me
whole team made a mil’, then they raided on me (then they raided on me)
just say a prayer for us, ayy
i was just born in this sh-t, i was just born in this sh-t
how many guns in my city ’cause it’s war with me
ain’t raised no ho, ain’t no forfeit
blood on the money and my pores in it
[outro]
want me to slip, i know they waitin’ on me
say a prayer for us, ayy
how many guns in my city ’cause it’s war with me
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