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lirik lagu war paint – shirobeats

mir:
i got a pack of the za
n*ggas know me when i’m back with the mob
seen em treat rap like a tactical job
me i just rap with the passion of god
you merely an actor who’s rapping alot
i capture my thoughts when i rap off the top
n*ggas tell stories behind my back but they never could tell you the actually plot

and that’s cools
n*ggas don’t know me cause i don’t hang around with fools
been wavy for so long could change the tide inside
don’t need no shine inside my i changed my mind and copped jewels
i ain’t even gon shoot i changed my mind and popped the tool

peso:
f*ck yo career b*tch
fall off they say pe$o actin cruel
i just came up out dat water eyes red tentacruel
man f*ck yo streams f*ck them plays wheres yo money?
thats whats cool
everything hit 100 percent damage full
this sh*t
back in day hustle was matinee
nowaday get to the money whatever way andale
stop all that b*tchin and walk with me
honestly ain’t talkin money dont talk to me
honestly ain’t with that b*tch get offa me
smokin on botany
stick like im pottering
i keep a stack in a stash for the plottering
if he talk sh*t metal clip like soldering
god d*mn
heat up his sh*t like endeavour
i f*cked up my money til dat sh*t got preggers
d*mn
im like ralph
hop in da booth and i wreck it
just get you a plan man stop moving reckless
thing on my hip got bite tigrerra
king size raw full of dead torterra
im up now
yung pe$o is not sharing!
he f*cking with gang and this function im airing
chorus: (vasto)
warpaint on my face im ready to k!ll some sh*t
boy dont try to hide uav in the sky revealin sh*t
talk down till we peel his sh*t
hop on a beat then k!ll that sh*t
in the cut like fawful
did him awful
on my villain sh*t
and when we spin yo top can’t recover you ain’t k rool
he dont want no action just like ratchet you know i stay wit tools
talkin sh*t lou bangin too
you beat me that ain’t the truth
bro dont sweat it
you know you on track when they start hatin you

louverture:

what’s with all these dumb ass n*ggas tryna’ get me vexed
steady tryna press me, steady tryna pocket check
where the f*ck yo manners, where the f*ck is your respect
i can’t wait to leave y’all looking stupid when i get my bread

on my hopsin: bout my business, my ill mind finna shatter the doubt
if you dissing, then i’m dissing, could give a f*ck bout your status or clout
never treat me like i ain’t pitch in, back then i put food in your mouth
gave you meals when i had nothing, that should tell yo ass what i’m bout
sending shots? then i’ll get a vest then
invested in my own stock, did the unexpected
rejected by all you pest, now i’m too connected
your bested, get put to rest for making me restless

tested * and trained to k!ll when moving my lips
been making them hits so please get the f*ck off my d*ck
must got a crush, if not, it don’t really make sense
ain’t spewing no lies, i chill with the baddest of b*tch

(ruling) life turned gta: 5 stars, b*tch, i’m wanted
war paint on my face, been scarred like, who want it?
stacking up my racks while y’all crabs in a bucket
win against all odds turn my opps into nothing

chorus:
warpaint on my face im ready to k!ll some sh*t
boy dont try to hide uav in the sky revealin sh*t
talk down till we peel his sh*t
hop on a beat then k!ll that sh*t
in the cut like fawful
did him awful
on my villain sh*t
and when we spin yo top can’t recover you ain’t k rool
he dont want no action just like ratchet you know i stay wit tools
talkin sh*t lou bangin too
you beat me that ain’t the truth
bro dont sweat it
you know you on track when they start hatin you
breeton:

talking bout action but boi you ain’t bout it
tryna be clouted, you ended up clouded
catch rounds from my arms, look like hoopa unbounded
we bury a body, ain’t bury no hatchet

bury a body, he dead in the lobby
my crew hop from block after block like an obby
accrue h*lla funds but for you, it’s a hobby
my blue stay on lock, so my pockets on nagi

so no wonder i got me an ego
you got me on the feat? it’s a cheat code
treat the beat like your team, we got heat for ‘em
they competing with me, finna leave ‘em in the dust huh

unearthed talent, i been heat to the core
all these other rappers barely at the crust huh
money in the bag no trust fund

- shirobeats

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