letra de war wit iran - popout4x
[intro: al pacino]
“do you wanna go to war? do you wanna go to war? we’ll take you to war. okay?”
[chorus]
(suwoo) n-gga said he wan’ go to war
ion gotta do sh-t just to f-ck on ya wh0re
n-gga think he a demon we kick his door
das-das your glock? imma take yours
bi-b-tch you broke, you don’t get racks
i-i-i run-i run money up, i don’t rap
you-y-y-you can run up on me b-tch the glock give out toe tag
i been jugging sh-t since like a freshman, no cap
twin gotta ar he start spraying
block dat bih’, she was playing
kick yo door, you not staying
nah i ain’t playing
and-and a hoe off the xans
lil n-gga i don’t even f-ck with xans
[verse 1]
b-tch-b-tch i just spent 3 f-cking racks up on these pants
and a lil hoe say “pull up ya pants”
big-ass glock can’t pull up my pants (go)
had to ki-had to kidnap one of ya mans
do him like cartel we gon’ cut off your hands yea
[verse 2]
yea-yeah, if i get jumped
yea my n-ggas gon’ come with some guns
you finna get jumped think you running the ones
you’ll think sh-t’s sweet but i got that pump
fle-fle-flexing bands yea
f-ck yo hoe, she ran
i gotta glock, i ain’t using no hands
te-tell me the plan
try-tryn’ go to war, wit’ iran
[al pacino]
“do you wanna go to war? do you wanna go to war? we’ll take you to war. okay?”
[chorus]
(suwoo) n-gga said he wan’ go to war
ion gotta do sh-t just to f-ck on ya wh0re
n-gga think he a demon we kick his door
das-das your glock? imma take yours
bi-b-tch you broke, you don’t get racks
i-i-i run-i run money up, i don’t rap
you-y-y-you can run up on me b-tch the glock give out toe tag
i been jugging sh-t since like a freshman, no cap
twin gotta ar he start spraying
block dat bih’, she was playing
kick yo door, you not staying
nah i ain’t playing
and-and a hoe off the xans
lil n-gga i don’t even f-ck with xans
[verse 1]
(suwoo) b-tch-b-tch i just spent 3 f-cking racks up on these pants
and a lil hoe say “pull up ya pants”
big-ass glock can’t pull up my pants (go)
had to ki-had to kidnap one of ya mans
do him like cartel we gon’ cut off your hands yea
[verse 2]
yea-yeah, if i get jumped (go go)
yea my n-ggas gon’ come with some guns
you finna get jumped think you running the ones
you’ll think sh-t’s sweet but i got that pump
fle-fle-flexing bands yea
f-ck yo hoe, she ran
i gotta glock, i ain’t using no hands
te-tell me the plan
try-tryn’ go to war, wit’ iran
[outro]
“im sick of this assh0l-, get rid of him!”
“get outta my sight”
[?]
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