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letra de war zone - fmb dz

[intro: fmb dz]
(getta beats)
hmm, we hit that n-gga block, gon’ let off eighty
i heard they put some money on my baby
i heard they put some money on my baby
i heard they put some money on my baby
i’m ’bout to drop a bag in the streets and go crazy
hmm

[verse 1: fmb dz]
this sh-t like call of duty in real life, b-tch, we the military
we the reason all them p-ssy n-ggas in them cemeteries
you can’t get to me, i’m higher up, n-gga, i’m legendary
i tell no lies, my young n-ggas slide, i get n-ggas buried
get a n-gga dropped, i’ma pay the fee to get him gone
hit him in his top, i just wanna make sure he get home
made him flip his car, he f-cked around and fractured every bone
i heard he broke his neck, don’t show no disrespect, we ain’t gon’ go for that
if a hit on ’em, they gon’ sit on ’em before they get on ’em
they hopped out with two bad b-tches, they had the switch on ’em
they got scopes on ’em with the flashlight, they ain’t gon’ miss nothin’
lights out, now all a n-gga hear is the machine bustin’
he say he got some k!llers? i got k!llers too, so that don’t mean nothin’
hit his block around 3 o’clock, n0body seen nothin’
brodie got that bad motherf-cker with that curve in it
smokin’ in a 2020 benz, hittin’ serves in it
[chorus: fmb dz]
if a hit on ’em, they gon’ sit on ’em before they get on ’em
they hopped out with two bad b-tches, they had the switch on ’em
they got scopes on ’em with the flashlight, they ain’t gon’ miss nothin’
lights out, now all a n-gga hear is the machine bustin’

[verse 2: sada baby]
yeah, n-gga, i’ll press somethin’
yeah, i’ll dead somethin’, huh, be done left somethin’
had to put some money on a b-tch
i got mad ’cause she tried to say she wasn’t suckin’ d-ck
i left out the trap and i didn’t forget the clip, huh
i’m about my racks, boy, i gotta get the strips, huh
you ain’t gotta ask, boy, i’m always with the sh-ts
hit him in his sh-t, he ain’t ’bout sh-t, aww sh-t
huh, my lil’ n-gga extra dirty, ’bout to do you dirty, huh
he got thirty on him right now, actin’ like he thirty
the game older, ak-47 gon’ inside-out his jersey
huh, get right about that murder
huh, we sound like silver surfer, huh
ain’t no more old man, b-tch, i’m— hold on
ain’t no more old man, b-tch, i’m off that, uh
hit them hoes with two hands, get your jaw crack—, nah
hit his ass with the two hands, get your jaw cracked

[chorus: fmb dz]
if a hit on ’em, they gon’ sit on ’em before they get on ’em
they hopped out with two bad b-tches, they had the switch on ’em
they got scopes on ’em with the flashlight, they ain’t gon’ miss nothin’
lights out, now all a n-gga hear is the machine bustin’

- fmb dz

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