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letra de war - damjonboi

[intro: damjonboi]
pour me some of that drank, gang
yeah
the biggest, n-gga
i ain’t gon’ play with it
step on some sh-t
ayy

[verse 1: damjonboi]
step on a n-gga in some brand-new diors
left my b-tch, n-gga, now i’m f-ckin’ yours
i already did the benz, sh-t, i might just drop a porsche
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no interview when i dropped off the porch
is jonboi certified? b-tch, of course
brodie left me by my self, so i ain’t got no remorse
n-ggas doin’ all that cappin’, b-tch, you better check the source
they might lock me up, so i’ma take three percs before court
b-tch bad as f-ck, but i can tell she rеally poor
drop two tapes, fans sayin’ they want more
keep on dissin’ if you want, f-ck around and start a war
with an instagram b-tch, i’m ’bout to f-ck hеr ’til she sore
n-ggas out here chasin’ p-ssy, go get a bag
n-ggas hated on they own brothers, that sh-t was sad
oh, why you worry ’bout another n-gga? f-ckin’ f-g
king pulled up with some redbones, we to the path
would’ve been f-cked n-ggas over, if it was beef
i can’t even entertain this sh-t, them n-ggas sweet
i just counted up a whole fifty off of beats
n-ggas droppin’, ain’t n0body play it, that sh-t was cheap
still’ll get a n-gga knocked off playin’ ho games
‘fit from revive, but the beat came from rocaine
they say n-ggas tried to blackball me, that sh-t so lame
coupe prada black, but the buffs white as cocaine
[verse 2: west warren king]
yeah, let me pop my sh-t
catch him pullin’ in that gas station, help him park his whip
me and jonboi just left the set smellin’ like a zip
left shoulder carry arp, right one hold a chip
my iphone buzzin’ now, n-gga, this your b-tch
gotta keep a stick, yeah, i’m n-gga posted in them bricks
when it all boil down, n-gga, you ain’t ready
put that gun down and get beat like your f-ckin’ daddy
put that gun down and we gon’ see if you a man without it
f-ck a hundred thousand, you n-ggas anxious just to be around it
i’ma put this sh-t on, f-ckin’ stylish, n-ggas broke, my money pilin’
f-ck my ex, i know she doubt it, n-ggas cap like they about it
n-ggas cap like they be with it, lace your boots up, let’s get busy
i can’t sleep without my glizzy, all my guns, they hold a fifty
n-ggas think this sh-t a movie ’til my n-ggas creep up on ’em
got ’em wakin’ up up out of sleep, we put the reaper on ’em
n-ggas actin’ like they ready for this sh-t, but they be phony
make a couple million every day, i’m still gon’ go to coney
make a couple million every day, i’m still gon’ pop a 30
drop a diss track, we gon’ hurt ’em, n-ggas really ain’t ’bout murder

- damjonboi

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