Текст песни Warlord - V E $ U V I U $

Yuh
Bitch
My dick
Shit

I just fucked a bitch
And then I went Van Damme innit
I think she was Indian
The way I land innit
Volvo wit my niggas
Stashing rubber bands innit
Bought that bitch some pop
And then she put a xan innit
Rappel from the roof
And then my niggas ran innit
Told both of my bitches
To use both they hands wit it
New Mercedes Benz
That shit got Holograms innit
Foliage on my fit
Backwood got like 3 grams innit

That bitch left her nigga
I behead her shit like Bundy aye
I been on that shit
You think it's new
Man damn I can't relate
I came home and had two bitches
Sitting on my dinner plate
Then I end up doing 80
Weaving on the interstate

You barely living nigga
Burn my city
Bitch you need this shit
Devil don't exist
We live in H E double hockey sticks
I brought all my niggas
Where we at
We at the top and shit
I kill all my haters
Seem like niggas need more confidence
Probably on my dick
Damn I love to sin
Now hear me out
All wolves in this bitch
Less you one
You ain't gon make it out
I work for my shit
I go animal like In N Out
Put the pencil down
I don't write no more I feel it out

Bitch it's gang
All yo niggas dead
We new management
Damn you should bring a friend
It's unanimous

I aired this bitch out
And Ain't no telling where my ammo went
Ain't no love in this shit
Excuse me if I'm feeling amorous
Power in my hands
Bought a new whip
I need four more
Where the bitches at
Tell em they should bring some more whores

Her hands on my dick
She slob on my shit like uh huh
She might need some sleep
I just put in work
Like porn stars
Damn I got it all
Why niggas hate me
When they fall off
Kensei nigga killing shit
My niggas really warlords
Police pulling up
Ask me questions
I'm like ionknow
I don't need yo help
Look how high these fucking flames go
JFK a nigga
Have yo bitch pick up yo brains bro
Walk all in yo shit
Im that nigga like I'm D'jango
Levels to this shit
Can't get over
Ain't no angle
No friends in this shit
Sadly that's just how the game go