Blac Youngsta - War Ready (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Blac Youngsta - War Ready (en) Lyrics
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(I got Hitman on the beat)
Yeah, pussy nigga, what's up?
War ready, I'm like yeah, what's
up? (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
These opps want smoke, I smoke dead,
what's up? (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
I smoke high in the sky, I'm
like yeah, what's up? (Gang,
gang, gang, gang, gang)
You gon' die in the sky, I
smoke dead, what's up?
What's up? What's up?
(Gang, gang, gang)
These opps want smoke, I smoke
dead, what's up? (Gang)
I smoke high in the sky, I'm like
yeah, what's up? (Gang, gang)
You gon' die in the sky, I smoke
dead, what's up? (Gang,
gang, gang, gang, gang)
I smoke loud, they smoke mid
Play with me, boy, you get killed
I was raised off in that field
I put diamonds in my grill
I could've housed a whore house
Way my whores wake up,
put on they heels
I could've housed a dice game
But I left the hood, went
and got them M's
And then I got it (Gang, gang)
Told my bitch she can pick whatever
she want because she solid (Whore)
Rich nigga swag, you'll rarely ever
see me, I'm like a Bugatti (Bitch)
The hits, they come from me because
I stopped it (Grrt)
Know this nigga pocket watchin'
(Gang, gang, gang)
What's up? What's up?
This for whoever want that
war on me (Yeah), you should
wear a vest (Vest)
I brought me a opp to the third
degree (Third degree),
I shoot him in the chest
My little nigga jump out with that
chopper, he caught somethin'
at CVS (Ayy, go there, go)
You loafing hard with your pants down,
DJ Khaled, nigga, we the best
I'm keeping that gangster shit on repeat,
ain't no need to test (Yeah)
Only way you really should
assume it's me, if they
left a mess (Gang, gang)
I ain't shaking hands, squashing
shit with no opp, I'm tryna
see they death (Pussy)
I'm the type of nigga, I ain't
tryna peace treaty, I ain't
no fuckin' ref' (Yeah)
I ain't no fuckin' referee, niggas
slick talkin' behind my back,
say they gon' bury me (Shh)
'Member said I'm working shit,
jumping the fences, I'm
on Carnegie (Yeah, yeah)
I was hardheaded, my grandma always
tried to punish me (Punish me)
I was bad as fuck, gettin'
in trouble constantly
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