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letra de world war - dixmond escobar

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[intro]

esco on the beat

[pre-chorus]

donald asks for war

gun shots everywhere

rockets in the the air

no one be playin’ fair

got the flair shot

mosh-pit, i’m down, it’s hot

going crazy, world war on board

[chorus]
got my n-ggas

got the hitmen

got the snipers and the dracos

got the rpg

i’m makin’ no deal

keep it real, got the heat

f-ck your eyesight, you can’t read

i’ma cut your beads (cut ’em)

[verse 1]

i’m crazy and you dead

lock and load, i’m ready

no slappin’, just shoot
hope you heard me

k!ll the boss, hurt him

train hard, fight hard

militry gunmen, shoot the hard head

ten digits if you need it me

no time to talk

don’t walk to the war

you ain’t far from death

just k!ll or be k!lled, don’t care about no health

wanted by the army, bet your life (yeah)

health care on they way

no time for your bae

you will meet her at the bay
i can make you hate the army

don’t stop, shoot ’til you ain’t got no ammo

i ain’t going to war with no raymond, n-gga (yeah)

f-ckin’ with kayla

now i gotta fetch layla

you can be a hater

pump the base

gotta shoot the army

flashback, grenades on board

see you later, n-gga

whole ammo (on god)

got the the dracos (on board)

got the snipers (oh lord)

flashback, grenades on you

start the war and end it

sick and tired of your sh-t

i’m sendin’ hot shots

[pre-chorus]

donald asks for war

gun shots everywhere

rockets in the the air

no one be playin’ fair

got the flair shot

mosh-pit, i’m down, it’s hot

going crazy, world war on board

[chorus]

got my n-ggas

got the hitmen

got the snipers and the dracos

got the rpg

i’m makin’ no deal

keep it real, got the heat

f-ck your eyesight, you can’t read

i’ma cut your beads (cut ’em)

[verse 2]

lil punk, i’m ready, i ain’t steady

infinite hot shots

black n-gga, whole guns

right hitman, lotta fun

wrong hitman, gotta run

turn you into my slave, so behave

sticky bombs, molotovs

proxmines, tick-tock

atomic bomb on board set the proxmines, ay

time is tickin’, get the ammo rollin’

caught you bowlin’

call the ballers

don’t want no hold ups

get your role on

always busy

don’t waste too much of your energy

call the shots ’cause i’m ready

i’m hot, time is tickin’

i ain’t got all day

bomb the sh-t outta you

send the hot shots

got the armour

you a coward

drop the beat

i ain’t got no deal to seal

put the fire to your seat, feel the heat

bring the heat right here

cut your ear

come here to the master

tick-tock, time is tickin’

bring your ass down here

whole ammo in the bag

you such a nag

don’t brag ’bout the ammo

let the war begin

shoot you back to sleep

fetch the casket or the basket, n-gga (send the shots)

[pre-chorus]

donald asks for war

gun shots everywhere

rockets in the the air

no one be playin’ fair

got the flair shot

mosh-pit, i’m down, it’s hot

going crazy, world war on board

[chorus]

got my n-ggas

got the hitmen

got the snipers and the dracos

got the rpg

i’m makin’ no deal

keep it real, got the heat

f-ck your eyesight, you can’t read

i’ma cut your beads (cut ’em)

[outro]

cut em, cut em

cut the beads

cut em, cut em, cut em

cut the beads

cut em, cut em, cut em

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