paroles de chanson War Time - Foolio , Surf God
Fuck
what
you
heard
about
me
Surf
a
rapper
don't
be
stupid
He
neva
caught
a
body
His
diamonds
fake
Them
foreigns
rented
Getting
fronted
prolly
He
hang
with
lames
Man
he
a
stain
Let's
put
that
play
down
on
em
That
shit
look
easy
what's
the
plan
Smacked
em
in
his
mouth
Now
pussy
what
you
saying
(Bitch)
Run
up
in
yo
house
for
playing
Where
he
laying
(Get
down)
An
my
young
dawg
keep
them
cuttas
He
trynna
shave
sum
dreads
(Yea)
Talking
rec
What
his
ass
expect
Gone
die
bout
what
he
said
(Gone)
War
time
in
my
city
I'm
on
game
Keep
my
blicky
wit
me
(Boom
boom
boom)
All
the
opps
is
broke
Cant
make
shit
We
got
they
packets
empty
(Hahah)
Chicken
I
get
plenty
If
I
fall
Just
know
I
cleared
the
semi
(Damn)
Niggas
mad
we
winning
Check
the
score
An
tell
em
get
up
wit
me
(Goneee)
Diamonds
Round
my
baby
Everyday
she
shining
What's
the
climate
Fly
to
cali
Just
to
go
buy
more
attire
Streets
on
fire
Know
I
got
em
lit
Know
we
down
to
spin
What's
the
tip
Brodie
got
a
lick
It
hit
we
gone
be
rich
(Rich
as
shit)
Spend
that
dirty
money
On
designer
clothes
(Yea
yea)
Unc
said
save
that
bread
up
For
the
finer
hoes
(Yea
yea)
Can't
give
that
bitch
a
dime
Wouldn't
waste
ya
Time
if
I
was
broke
(Nah)
Still
break
ha
spine
Then
kick
her
out
like
adios
You
never
popped
a
nigga
Rappers
steady
cappin
in
they
songs
Back
home
they
not
official
(No
cap)
Put
thirty
in
this
Canik
No
nick
cannon
I'll
get
to
drumming
with
you
(Fa
fa
fa)
Just
waiting
on
the
net
To
get
em
stretched
Wont
even
press
the
issue
It
be
the
ones
who
ran
That's
out
here
screaming
How
I
let
Em
get
you
You
ain't
a
shooter
Boy
quit
purping
Ain't
bout
birds
Then
why
you
chirping
Get
out
the
trap
if
you
ain't
working
Nigga
yea
Still
got
guys
that
we
gone
hurt
Brodie
sent
one
off
the
earth
So
Ima
match
em
after
the
service
nigga
yea
War
time
in
my
city
I'm
on
game
Keep
my
blicky
wit
me
(Boom
boom
boom)
All
the
opps
is
broke
Cant
make
shit
We
got
they
packets
empty
(Hahah)
Chicken
I
get
plenty
If
I
fall
Just
know
I
cleared
the
semi
(Damn)
Niggas
mad
we
winning
Check
the
score
An
tell
em
get
up
wit
me
(Goneee)
Get
up
with
me
(Aye)
Pop
out
on
em
Get
it
litty
(Glaa
Glaa)
Got
a
glock
(Glock)
An
my
shit
Got
a
switchy
(Switch)
Yea
it's
that
(That)
Boy
you
broke
go
rack
for
rack
(Rack)
I
will
not
lack
(I
won't)
Finesse
an
jugg
serving
crack
(Got
crack)
We
in
Atlanta
(Atlanta)
Going
ghost
Danny
phantom
(Danny
phantom)
I
fucked
yo
bitch
I'm
with
the
shit
like
a
pamper
(Like
a
pamper)
A
stolen
choppa
(Aye)
I
got
that
bitch
way
from
Tampa
(Tampa)
We
hit
yo
block
We
got
it
like
just
like
some
candles
(Glaa
Glaa)
Two
Rollies
on
(On)
I'm
riding
round
with
my
chrome
(With
my
chrome)
I
drop
that
bag
They
on
yo
ass
Now
you
gone
(Now
you
gone)
Confidential
Nah
we
don't
talk
on
telephones
Like
face
time
A
face
shot
straight
to
the
dome
(Glaa)
War
time
in
my
city
I'm
on
game
Keep
my
blicky
wit
me
(Boom
boom
boom)
All
the
opps
is
broke
Cant
make
shit
We
got
they
packets
empty
(Hahah)
Chicken
I
get
plenty
If
I
fall
Just
know
I
cleared
the
semi
(Damn)
Niggas
mad
we
winning
Check
the
score
An
tell
em
get
up
wit
me
(Goneee)
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