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letra de i need war - hustle gang

[intro: young thug]
t.i.p. and young thugger, n-gga
yeah, you know tip bangin’ n-gga
ain’t nothing changed but the bezels and the rings
watches and the chains

[verse 1: t.i]
hey, your future my past, i shoot yo’ hoe -ss
just like a b-tch, i will do yo’ hoe -ss
my mac-10 is intergalactic, what’s crackin’?
you lookin’ for action, i’ll pluto your -ss
lookin’ for some trouble, what it do n-gga?
i don’t really need but a few n-ggas
and for the most part, i’m a cool n-gga
but i’ll stomp a mudhole into you, n-gga, check it
the hoe sh-t you kick, i’m not wit’ it
you pull it over there, i’ma mind my business
but if you come in my yard, disregard my gangsta
will i aim that banger? n-gga find out, didn’t he?
i put his -ss in a box on timeout
for the wrong thought, blow a n-gga mind out
you was talkin’ all that sh-t, now what’chu cryin’ ’bout?
when it go down, i’m the wrong one to rhyme ’bout, n-gga
say-say-say you did what? what cha lyin’ ’bout, n-gga?
i’m a front street n-gga, you a wannabe n-gga
everybody know you don’t want none of me, n-gga
armageddon for you what it gonna be, n-gga
hey, all i gotta do is make my plan
all the motherf-cking games, i don’t play my man
and if i slap his -ss now in the mouth
bet next time i see him, p-ssy n-gga try to shake my hand

[chorus: young thug]
(haha-haha)
pull-up shootin’ out the avalanche
ever since i counted blue cheese, i ain’t likin’ ranch
i done sold a hunnid thousand bales of midgets like i got a plant (heyyy)
let me see your hands if you feel like you the man
i want war, n-gga
pull up, pull up, pull up
i need war, n-gga
shoot, i need some war, heyyyyy
i swear to-i need the war
hey, w-a-r

[verse 2: young thug & t.i.]
pull up in a car, two hunnid stars
what you shooting n-gga? a.k., no handgun, uh
man, god d-mn, god d-mn
pullin’ up in the lamb (doors up), c-ck that b-tch and go ham
d-mn, pull up to the spot, shoot a n-gga ground
d-d-mn, catch a n-gga down bad, rob him ‘fore they hear him
ooh, catch me on the block, young thug got grams
ooh (tell ’em bout it now, shawty, hold up)
ooh (tell ’em bout it now, shawty)
ooh
who there? n-gga got k’s on k’s on shooters
hey, hey-hey, hey
hey, hey, hey-hey-hey

[chorus: young thug]
pull-up shootin’ out the avalanche
ever since i counted blue cheese, i ain’t likin’ ranch
i done sold a hunnid thousand bales of midgets like i got a plant (heyyy)
let me see your hands if you feel like you the man
i want war, n-gga
pull up, pull up, pull up
i need war, n-gga
shoot, i need some war, heyyyyy
i swear to-i need the war
hey, w-a-r

[outro: t.i.]
ay, true facts, nik
i swear to f-ckin’ god, man
hey man, i’m ready
hey look man, i’m ready to go on cash out
hey man, n-gga, diamonds to dog sh-t
n-gga, you don’t get rich, n-gga, next three years
n-gga, i swear to god, n-gga
you show me a ten million dollar tax return
i’ll give you ten million dollars, n-gga
three years, n-gga!
b-tch -ss

- hustle gang

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