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war with us - rell sosa lyrics

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this blood i’m cryin’, hurt so bad i’m tired of tryin’
pluckin’ his ass from dead, n*gga ride with his, plus that’s why the opps keep dyin’
we hit that block when them n*ggas start blowin’ the switches and n*ggas was duckin’ and divin’
remember the days we was parkin’ a johnny, remember the days we was young n*ggas slimin’ sh*t out
the ones who was k!llin’ and robbin’, bounce out first, ain’t no way he’s survivin’
n*ggas be thinkin’ they gangsta, i knew you was actin’, when he stood in front of your honor
23b in his chest, i’m burnin’ the barrel, but that n*gga body was hotter
laughin’ and smilin’ [?] his head, he wildin’, he gettin’ up pills for trauma, see this
and they told me this sh*t’s not a game
for my brother, i’m blowin’ my d*mn glock
in the trenchеs i was totin’ a flame
why the f*ck would i give n*ggas handouts
thеm b*tch n*ggas left me in the rain to soak
the ticket, i get my lil’ brother’s [?]
trench n*gga and my baby bro totin’ a pole
that’s just how we live
i’m ridin’ around with this drac on me, these n*ggas tryna blow my head
’cause we k!lling all them n*ggas, stuffed in the back with burners
seein’ the dead, that’s my head keep spinning
n*gga had dissed my brother, now he dead
we catch a opp n*gga, fill him with lead
jump out, chase a n*gga and baby whack put him in bed
i was outside real deep in the trench
[?] tried to up and got hit in his sh*t
and they know it is, we putting the belt on the opps, they know how it get
and when we bounce out swingin’ the door on the [?], they know we ain’t droppin’ the ten
his face was gone, them n*ggas had k!lled my brother, now i see blood
[?] roll, n*gga had fell on his face, that’s why they don’t get on the bus
we got his lo’ from the b*tch, the n*gga wasn’t trollin’ this, let’s see him get up
lil joker was blowin’ the ten, every time a n*gga got sent, they say it was us
these n*ggas ain’t got no money, how you tryin’ to war with us, he ain’t got no funds
walk up, blowin’ a b*tton, the .40 was tappin’ his head, we knew he was runts
st*rdy, fallin’ down my rtas, this b*tch be hard to touch
i ain’t had sh*t, now these b*tches glaze me and my pockets, bustin’
got a walkin’ vic, b*tch, we go buy murders, they ain’t nothin’
n*ggas playin’ games to the four, think that they tough, but boy, we tougher
we just bent the opp and let that fully roll, that b*tch was jumpin’
i want racks and lot of bodies, brrrt, perform like miley cyrus
want my brothers right beside me, shoot his face, know he a goner, let that 10 bounce on his body
we got packs, b*tch, come and order, love my brother’nem
we go spill some blood, i know he ridin’
n*gga keep on bleedin’, he f*ck with the opps, we probably fried him
we were really steppin’, n*gga said scoom gang, they ain’t scoom sh*t
pop out with that drac’ and hit his face and say this one’s for chris
he ain’t even get hit with the 10, he went out with the fish
n*gga almost died from playin games and thinkin’ with his d*ck
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n*gga said scoom gang, they ain’t scoom sh*t
pop out with that drac’ and say this one’s for chris

- rell sosa lyrics

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