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yavi dg - wartime - (solo vers.) كلمات أغنية

[intro]
grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah (honcho)
and we just gon’ find these lil’ marks and smoke ’em, this sh_t ain’t that hard
grrah
as long as it ain’t no crowds, look, i’m not k!llin’ no kids or no old folks, alright?
grrah, grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah
ayy, man, who the f_ck gon’ be old out there at 12 o’clock at night, man?
grrah, grrah, boom
grrah, grrah
sh_t, n_gga, i’ll smoke anybody, n_gga, i just don’t give a f_ck
grrah, grrah, boom

[verse 1]
oh, you ready for war?
walkin’ out to the store the easiest way to end up on the floor
i start the wave, now they hoppin’ aboard
how many bodies they hop in a score?
i let it rain on this block ’til it pour
i sweep ’em up like i’m doing a chore
you double back, bullets go through the door
like, he could’ve lived, but it went through the wall
i let it clap like a round of applause
i don’t got the knock, thеn i’m breakin’ his jaw
only time that i ricked, whеn i ran from the law
i seen him first, he ain’t seen what i saw
this gun get to barkin’, i’m lettin’ it off
i draw a line, he get slimed if he cross
when i slide with the jet, i’m with [?] and floss
quickdraw from the hip, do it fast when i toss
like, you could get slimed if you not from the 4th

[verse 2]
bullets the size of the bombs in iran
brand new glock, ain’t never jam
i catch a body, then fly to j_pan
i get to shootin’ and sh_t, i’m like, “d_mn”
look how they run, but they cap on the ‘gram
he caught one, started touchin’ the land
no, he couldn’t get up, got shot in his hand
no, this not amiri, this a different brand
no, this not the b_tta, this a different strand
no, i’m not your brother, i’m a different man
i slide the door, then i hop out the van
i could’ve fl!cked, but the f_ck n_gga ran
i ain’t have a mask, gotta watch for the cams
like, don’t make a move, better watch for your hands
like, take the watch and the bread out his pants
like, grab the chain ’cause that’s five hundred grams
cartier gold frame with the lens
hop in the car, take the keys to the benz
we get away, make it back with my friends
go to the jeweler, cash out with the gang (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

[verse 3]
n_gga died in the store tryna go get a bev’
and they never got back and that’s word to my deads
i backed out, n_gga flew up the steps
saw my face and he ducked when i threw up the jet
deep thoughts, i’m thinkin’ ’bout my deads
like, i’m bendin’ through blocks, gettin’ back for my mans
glocks, nines, .40s, and tecs
but the 3d sh_t green, i see blue, he see red
n_gga, 48, lil’ n_gga thought he was jet?
thirty shots in the clip, get to throwin’ like steph
up the glock and get back, then i press
i’m on my stomp, if you know we gon’ step
[outro]
like i’ll never settle for less
and how many times we done bent through the west? (grrah, grrah)
like they know we do it the best (grrah, grrah)

- yavi dg

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