paroles de chanson War (feat. Rah Swish) - MoneyMarr

You ready? (You ready, nigga?)
Nigga, you ready, huh? (I was born for this shit)
Let′s go, let's go
Come on, lil′ nigga, let's go

Ready for war
Mask down, kick in his door
Got choppas galore
When we sendin', we spinnin′, opps drop to the floor
Diamonds dancin′
You want smoke, then we givin' out cancer
Molly poppin′, enhancement
Up in the hills, bitches naked walkin' ′round in the mansion
Throw it back, she know I like that
Give her the dick, lights out, yeah, I know how to pipe that
Bitch hit my phone and she ain't get it right back
Opps hit, you know we strike back
Accessories, weapons
Ski walk down, teach a nigga a lesson
Sеnd him up, blessings
Hit him up right with that Glock, FN or the Wesson

Shakе it up, ass
Tool hit the lights, woo-woo, gas
All the bitches wan′ fuck on the niggas with cash
But the bitches act like they don't remember the past
Put a stick on him, now that boy lookin' like Flash
On the first of the month, I pull up on the stash
You can play if you want, but your shit gettin′ smashed
Count it up, you know this shit comin′ fast
Fuck it up, get litty
Fuck it up, wait
Fuck it up, get litty
Fuck it up, hoe, wait
Fuck it up, get litty
Fuck it up, wait
Fuck it up, get litty
Woo

Ready for war
Mask down, kick in his door
Got choppas galore
When we sendin', we spinnin′, opps drop to the floor
Diamonds dancin'
You want smoke, then we givin′ out cancer
Molly poppin', enhancement
Up in the hills, bitches naked walkin′ 'round in the mansion

Fuck it up, fuck it up
Them niggas know they can't fuck with us
I′m a trouble maker, turnin′ the trouble up
I put some dots on his chest like a button-up
Angels on 81st, turnin' the summer up
Said you get money, you dumb or what?
Way too official so I cannot fall in love
I get the pussy, I′m done with her
I got a .223
I make a movie scene, I'll take his jewelry
Really ain′t shit they could do with me
My cougar bitch told me ain't nobody cute as me
I got a new chop′, FN
Baby, them diamonds dancin'
She had a man, she left him
I hit her and her best friend
Look, I call up Thrasher, I bet he gon' dump him off
I′m in D.C. and I′m ballin' with MoneyMarr, uh
I don′t want no funny, bruh
If she ain't ′bout her money, cut her off
I call up Thrasher, I bet he gon' dump him off
I′m in D.C. and I'm ballin' with MoneyMarr, uh
I don′t want no funny, bruh
If she ain′t 'bout her money, cut her off

Ready for war
Mask down, kick in his door
Got choppas galore
When we sendin′, we spinnin', opps drop to the floor
Diamonds dancin′
You want smoke, then we givin' out cancer
Molly poppin′, enhancement
Up in the hills, bitches naked walkin' 'round in the mansion
Throw it back, she know I like that
Give her the dick, lights out, yeah, I know how to pipe that
Bitch hit my phone and she ain′t get it right back
Opps hit, you know we strike back
Accessories, weapons
Ski walk down, teach a nigga a lesson
Send him up, blessings
Hit him up right with that Glock, FN or the Wesson