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lirik lagu talm bout war – moosiekutt

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[hook]
talkin’ bout war, where my glove at
n*gga want smoke, boy, i ain’t help that
chop put him on a jersey, randy moss like a throwback
joe can’t hold him, he don’t care if he go back
n*gga bend his block, he won’t leave and not know that
cold lil n*gga, like where my coat at
big ass guns, you know we improve that
n*ggas ain’t stupid, they know who to shoot at
imma look crazy but spittin’ my smooth ass
you get no attention, yo hoe ass
mean lil n*gga, stop wanting to throw, man
yeah, we got guns but i don’t need to show that
[verse 1: moosiekutt]
wanna test your luck, load him through the hard hat
wreck y’all gang, make a n*gga call carfax
he starts to stealing, you know we need all that
n*ggas can’t hang, this not where the park at
i shoot a f*ck n*gga where his heart at
8:30 spin then bring thе car back
in traffic you know i’m with all that
i don’t care she a hoe, you know i still call that
n*ggas bеtter stop playing with me like arm & hammer
stickin’ and moving, going back, no slammer
red dot, rudolph, call me santa
i’m straight on drinks, i don’t need no fanta
sh*ttin’ on n*ggas, might need me a pamper
gang in this b*tch lurked out like campers
you play, you laid, get stretched on camera
like abc, turn b*tch to a dancer
straight out of florida, ain’t got no manners
she mad she ain’t blow, tryna beat like hannah
she mad she ain’t blow, tryna beat like hannah
she mad she ain’t blow, tryna beat like hannah

[hook]
talkin’ bout war, where my glove at
n*gga want smoke, boy, i ain’t help that
chop put him on a jersey, randy moss like a throwback
joe can’t hold him, he don’t care if he go back
n*gga bend his block, he won’t leave and not know that
cold lil n*gga, like where my coat at
big ass guns, you know we improve that
n*ggas ain’t stupid, they know who to shoot at
imma look crazy but spittin’ my smooth ass
you get no attention, yo hoe ass
mean lil n*gga, stop wanting to throw, man
yeah, we got guns but i don’t need to show that
[verse 2: trapland pat]
all my n*ggas shooters, yeah, we jump in that gym
yeah, get a bowl and then rim, church on sunday, still gon spin
block too hot, but we still gon spin
this a [?] but we hit em with the throw back
i don’t do subliminals, you already know that
knew where them n*ggas at, didn’t need my scope back
bitin’ on my swag, like, gimme my flow back
s 1 s drive, all the way spinnin’
draw too long, i didn’t need much grinnin’
forgot about them losses, did too much winnin’
nascar driver doin’ too much spinnin’
say i’m too swept up, lazer like matrix
keep it on the hush, she ain’t ever gotta say this
toss you the broom, then that mean you gotta spray this
taps on the pack, then that mean you gotta pay this

[hook]
talkin’ bout war, where my glove at
n*gga want smoke, boy, i ain’t help that
chop put him on a jersey, randy moss like a throwback
joe can’t hold him, he don’t care if he go back
n*gga bend his block, he won’t leave and not know that
cold lil n*gga, like where my coat at
big ass guns, you know we improve that
n*ggas ain’t stupid, they know who to shoot at
imma look crazy but spittin’ my smooth ass
you get no attention, yo hoe ass
mean lil n*gga, stop wanting to throw, man
yeah, we got guns but i don’t need to show that

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