paroles de chanson Warrior - Original - Young Thug
I
live
my
life
just
like
a
warrior
And
I′m
a
motherfucking
warrior
I
live
my
life
just
like
a
warrior
And
I'm
a
motherfucking
warrior
I
creep
silent,
I
creep
silent,
I
creep
silent
I
creep
silent,
I
creep
silent
I
creep
silent,
I
creep
silent
I
creep
silent,
I
creep
silent,
I
creep
silent
And
I′m
a
motherfucking
warrior
according
to
the
score
The
[?]
in
there,
your
ho
in
there,
your
bro
in
there
After
[?]
that
was
so
much
weed
you
got
to
mow
in
there
We
took
em
out,
he
had
more
in
there
Kicked
him
up
his
ass
with
Jimmy
Cha
and
Jimmy
Cho
in
there
Bitches
see
me
in
that
Honda
Chevy,
want
my
digits
Want
my
ticket,
they
can't
get
it
Thinking
nothing
but
these
kitties
It's
impatient
in
the
city
got
me
frigid,
but
I′m
getting
it
It
ain′t
only
[?],
spot
that
beat
and
[?]
Get
the
bags
out
the
trash
can,
see
too
much
weed
I'm
gon
spaz
Shotgun
nino
mash,
YSL
swag
Rock
clad,
I′m
gon
take
his
ass
One
cap
out
no
pass
[?]
too
bad,
RIP
to
[?],
free
my
nigga
Nash
I
live
my
life
just
like
a
warrior,
I
know
that
nigga
up
to
something
He
standing
in
the
cold
with
no
coat,
catch
a
dime
bag
with
an
O
and
wipe
your
nose
Stay
cold
cause
that
pole
on
his
throat
Hit
the
jeweler,
leave
out
froze,
my
diamond
blacker
than
coal
Her
pussy
dripping,
all
my
pimping
I'm
a
hippy,
know
she
with
it
All
the
[?]
fuck
up
your
city,
my
diamond′s
bleeding,
Wicced's
pissing
We
going
in
just
like
[?],
she
on
the
stage
showing
her
kitty
Thug
tattooed
on
her
titty,
I
look
like
a
ton
of
midgets
Speaking
of
midgets,
got
a
[?]
if
you
want
it,
I′ll
go
get
it
Make
one
phone
call
to
the
[?],
they
gon
pull
up
right
here
with
it
We
not
worried
bout
no
jacking,
that's
a
ticket,
no
lieutenant
You
know
DK
gonna
squeeze
it
till
it's
empty
I
live
my
life
just
like
a
warrior,
my
skin
read
like
Seminoles
Speaking
of
red,
my
[?]
sponsored
by
red
bottom
These
bitches
want
everybody,
my
whole
crew
they
got
problems
They
[?],
they
gon
kill
that,
we
can′t
stop
them
We
just
looking
like
the
[?]
in
the
club,
they
know
we
got
it
Hit
the
club
looking
like
Pac,
we
got
muscles
just
like
rocket
Got
all
of
these
bitches
[?]
for
my
bosses,
plus
your
posse
look
like
pasta
We
don′t
beat
em,
we
gon
eat
em,
we
gon
feed
em
to
these
divas
Yeah
these
divas
run
with
heaters,
senorita,
hasta
la
vista
They
two
piece
ya,
then
they
leave,
for
your
maker,
know
I
need
her
But
I'm
baker,
[?]
pieces,
what
I′m
making,
[?]
cheetahs
I
got
acres
sitting
on
acres,
motherfucker
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