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letra de war servin - smokingskul & mxlachi

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[intro]
([?] made it, b-tch)
(like, i love you, malachi, but you gotta do better)

[chorus: smokingskul]
two sticks, n-gga, let’s go to war
n-ggas d-ckriding like it’s a sport
we got smoke, n-gga, we got all sorts
snitch n-gga tryna snake me in court
i got bodies, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout corpse
n-ggas mad that they girlfriend a wh0re
f-ckin’ hoes, we don’t care ’bout the score
he want smoke, then we givin’ him more

[verse 1: smokingskul]
servin’ n-ggas, i don’t care ’bout a job
we the reason why yo’ brother got robbed
pitchforks, i’m gon’ slide wit’ a mob
p-ssy n-gga, why you keep you a dog?
servin’ n-ggas, i don’t care ’bout a store
hand to hand wit’ my bro in the dorm
burberry, and it’s never been worn
i was trappin’ ever since i was born
i was trappin’ since i jumped out the cradle
n-ggas copy what i do so verbatim
f-ckin’ hoes, n-gga, i do not date ’em
me and kai shoot like kemba and tatum
[chorus: smokingskul]
two sticks, n-gga, let’s go to war
n-ggas d-ckriding like it’s a sport
we got smoke, n-gga, we got all sorts
snitch n-gga tryna snake me in court
i got bodies, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout corpse
n-ggas mad that they girlfriend a wh0re
f-ckin’ hoes, we don’t care ’bout the score
he want smoke, then we givin’ him more

[verse 2: mxlachi]
he want a verse, know i’m taxing him more
k!ll a opp, n-gga, that is assured
feel like [?] n-gga, i am your lord
mixing louis wit’ the christian dior
me and smoke, we like kobe and shaq
gettin’ money, n-gga, that’s what you lack
g9 make it look like i pack
you lyin’, n-gga, you was duckin’ [?]
making plays off a iphone 7
make his nose bleed, call him eleven
he was dissin’, he got sent up to heaven
slime my brother, man, i feel like i’m melvin
call him [?] ’cause he hang wit’ the jakes
n-ggas mad ’cause mxlachi getting cake
got a watch but i still come in late
see the addy, i don’t care ’bout yo’ state
we finna pop him and shoot him, surprise
[?] your car [?]
we at yo’ crib, n-gga, come outside
these bullets gon’ find you if you try to hide

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