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shirobeats - war paint lyrics
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
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