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warcrim3 - 16 lyrics

(intro)

got the geek bar n sh_t

yuh ayy

ima drop his body i dont give a f_ck about what he said
police rushin on me i dont give a f_ck about the feds
seen to many people switch on me b_tch im seeing red
yeah you catch me lurkin on my block you might just catch the lead
16 and i got this f_ckin guala im makin yo hoe wet
f_ckin up all on yo shotty b_tch i make her nut twice in the bed
ayy b_tch that ain’t a lie b_tch f_ck what you said
all these f_cking blunts and cigs yeah my lungs are dead
broke up with that f_ckin hoe left that b_tch on read
me and panic poppin pills we gon pop em till we dead
all that f_ckin galaxy gas got them f_ggots sped
b_tch im like thomas the train on this f_ckin track
smokin on thеm clouds you know i like that pac
spent so many bands but b_tch we can go rack for rack
flippеr zero on my side yeah ima f_ckin hack
but all yall m_th_f_ckas dumb yall ain’t know sh_t bout dat
yeah this ain’t no black rap this that hispanic rap
yeah my boy panic white but he got the glock on his lap
and that boy dont cap he got that m_th_f_ckin vision it won’t hold him back
if he up the f_ckin pole you might just wanna run a lap
mossy oak up on us b_tch you know we in that camo trap
dont forget the true religion got them sh_ts saggin off our ass
blunts won’t ease the past so them pills make it last
lurkin round fayettenam like whats the forecast
yeah we live in north carolina b_tch that rain come fast
just like the f_ckin bodies that me and panic gonna stack
yeah we in the m_th_f_ckin trap

(sample)
ayy i know you don’t smoke weed, i know this but ima get you high today, because it’s friday, you ain’t got no job and you ain’t got sh_t to do

(panicsoicy)

me n warcrim3 stackin bodies you know we dont f_ckin play
g_lock on my lap we spinnin ina f_kkin escalade
if he f_ck wit cc you know we gon make him f_ckin pay
wanna get this bag for my uncle so ill rap all day
b_tch you know that i am panic finna drop this f_ckin album
me and warcrim3 at cats cradle so you know the outcome
make it to the top wit my bros, i can’t do it wit out em
matter fact f_ck the glock, got my cutter let me at em
ab want me on a track so you know im f_ckin spazzin
my stick like yo b_tch they both make the sound of f_ckin clappin
i just wanna make good music don give a f_ck bout cappin
thinkin bout them sets sh_t i think im bout to start relapsin

- warcrim3

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