Testo War - Fredo Santana feat. SD & Gino Marley
Testo della canzone War (Fredo Santana feat. SD & Gino Marley), tratta dall'album It's a Scary Site (Hosted by Trapaholics & DJ Victoriouz)
First nigga get tough, gettin' trunk
I got that 30 in my pocket, what's up?
300 Swole in the club, gettin' stuck
A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up
Couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up
Grab the chopper, grab the TEC, grab errthang
Killed errthang, own errthang
Yeah them 30's and them Glocks, yeah we tote those
Poo-poo ass niggas, we expose those
Call my lil niggas up about a stain though
Sit down, plot about it, then we take it down
Anybody move, or make a sound
Couple bodies drop, from them chopper rounds
Everyday is Halloween, I got my mask out
All my niggas savages, don't make us spazz out
Tadoe on it and he got the fuckin' 40 on him
If a nigga want beef, I send my shorties on him
Yeah that life bitch, I'm about that
Catch a nigga snoozin', push his cap back
Yeah that life bitch, I'm about that
First nigga get tough, gettin' trunk
I got that 30 in my pocket, what's up?
300 Swole in the club, gettin' stuck
A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up
I'm a monster, we be takin' shit
We gorilla ass niggas, don't want war with us
A lot of fans, I don't need a guard
And I got a lot of niggas, fuck an entourage
High as fuck, I'm coolin' with the stars
Chillin' with them demons, bitch I'm close to Mars
If he sacked up, then he gettin' robbed
I'm a flashy ass nigga, I don't need a job
Couple racks on your head nigga
Keep playin' tough then you'll be a dead nigga
Want war, get your back yard
You niggas stool pigeons, tryna camouflage
I'm addicted to the kush nigga
I'm a drug addict, pill poppin' hood nigga
Too much money for a war with us
GBE bitch, it's only us
First nigga get tough, gettin' trunk
I got that 30 in my pocket, what's up?
300 Swole in the club, gettin' stuck
A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up
Group of wild niggas, blood hound niggas
When it come to stains, we take down niggas
Keys and pounds nigga, hit the ground nigga
Let 30 shots go, call that shit a crowd clearer
Lots of loud in us, foreign cars in us
We some bread winners, so we some band spenders
Open all doors, bitch let the squad enter
And we share hoes, bitch let the squad hit ya
Money over all, no opps in this mob nigga
Put money on your squad, that's a group of dead niggas
And all we do is win, ain't no lose in us
And we stay turnt up, we ain't no cool niggas
Keep the tool when we move, never snooze nigga
Couple shots to your body, try to move nigga
Time is money and, we on money all the time
War is nothin' nigga, we can war at any time
First nigga get tough, gettin' trunk
I got that 30 in my pocket, what's up?
300 Swole in the club, gettin' stuck
A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
Don't nann nigga, want war with us
A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up
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Writer(s): Allen Cole, Carleton Barrett
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