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crm (aus) – war zone كلمات اغاني

[intro]
war zone, war zone
war zone, war zone
yeah, yeah
yeah, ayy, ahem!

[chorus]
this sh_t a war zone (war zone)
y’all_y’all be fightin’ battles
’cause you think you a f_ckin’ warlord (warlord)
lil’ bros tryna flex on the gram
i don’t care ‘bout the sh_t in your wardrobe (your wardrobe)
one day, he talk all that sh_t
then the next, he talk with a lisp
’cause i sent a jab, cross of my fist to his jawbone, ahh

[verse]
i done stopped showin’ mercy
it’s total destruction, your speakers on fire
24/7 awake, i don’t sleep on the job
‘cause i gotta defeat all the odds
free all the guys, but that don’t mеan they behind no bars
i just speak it so pеople can see i go hard
f_ck sendin’ out disses, just placin’ bounties on y’all heads
i just leave guillotines for the opps
they don’t think i’m up next, we gon’ see it get chopped
(ching!) consider it already done
from the suburbs, don’t known if it’s cold in the slums
but not tryna inhale no smoke in my lungs (in my lungs)
still the same, i don’t fold or adjust
i ain’t downin’ no liquor, not rollin’ no blunts
no point takin’ notes, we gon’ burn that sh_t up
‘cause that sh_t be like “fahrenheit 451” (451)
they already know it’s up, and it’s stuck (it’s stuck)
never showin’ no love for you c_nts (f_ck you c_nts)
i done ‘caused like a hundred fights
but if you keep talkin’, it’s gon be hundred and one (hundred and one)
playin’ my sh_t, means my numbers go dumb
i don’t stop eatin’ up ‘till the oven is done
even though i know people be rootin’ for me
in terms of success, still end up with no luck (ain’t no luck)
up to your face, they talk positive
but behind your back, they talk negative (the f_ck?)
and they say that i got an ego, and a god_complex
nah, i’m just kinda competitive (competitive)
there’s a lot of sh_t i wanna say in my songs
but i can’t ‘cause these b_tches be sensitive (they sensitive)
and i keep switchin’ up my whole d_mn style
‘cause my haters complain i’m repetitive (repetitive)
and i hear what they say on the daily (what they say?)
they say i done turned my back
and that all of the money and fame done changed me (ain’t true, bro)
and they say that it won’t be long
before all of my day ones start to hate me (that won’t happen)
guess what, i’ma prove you muhf_ckers wrong, and when i do
i’ma walk ’round the streets screamin’ “f_ck you, pay me!”
never asked for a handout
but everybody got their f_ckin’ hand out
tired of bein’ in the f_ckin’ background
guess i’ma take the f_ckin’ back route
tired of haters wantin’ me to pull up
and then when i do, they gon’ f_ckin’ back out
let me tell you, when i get on top of the game
i ain’t never comin’ back down
stay up in my position
y’all the ones who wanna talk, not listen
b_tch, this is “lyrical warfare”
sh_t’s about to get apocalyptic (hehe)
but i can see my future well
and you know, this sh_t be crystal clear
the reason why i got so much f_ckin’ necklace
‘cause it smells like b_tch in here (b_tch!)
i don’t ever shoot any strays
if the bullet’s meant for you, you gon’ know right away
i keep one in the chamber, beretta on the waist
just in case anyone of you wanna play
i don’t wanna hear a single word you gotta say
if i k!ll any bystanders, that’s just yo fate
don’t come around when i blow up, you’ll be too late
b_tch, i’ve been crm since 2008
think i ain’t got precision, i got the aim with the scope
motherf_ckers really think my sh_t is lame, that’s a joke
i can’t believe y’all even got the nerves to hate on your bros
but as soon as i get famous, they start raisin’ a toast
best believe i’m gon retire from this game when i’m old
keep spendin’ all your money, soon you gon’ be famous and broke
y’all used to switch up on me, you was breakin’ the code
but in the end, there’s really no debate, i’m the goat
and i put that on god
[chorus]
this sh_t a war zone
y’all be fightin’ battles
’cause you think you a f_ckin’ warlord
lil’ bros tryna flex on the gram
i don’t care ‘bout the sh_t in your wardrobe
one day, he talk all that sh_t
then the next, he talk with a lisp
’cause i sent a jab, cross of my fist to his jawbone, ahh

[outro]
woah, woah, yeah
woah, woah, yeah

- crm aus

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