War — текст песни (JT Money)

Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh (that right)
Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh (Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh)
JT Money, God dammit
Bout time, spin this bitch
(Niggaz waitin on yo muh`fuckin ass, let`s ride)

(Hook) x4
Heychayaya, heychayaya, heychayaya (Drop them boes on `em)
We drop them boes on u hoes nigga

I got em goin crazy
Tryin to lock down Jay baby
Them suckas don`t wanna pay me
Them niggaz must think I`m crazy
They must do business shady
Or they think that I can`t count
Don`t need a big bank account
Fuck that bullshit I`m out
Tryin to start my own shit
Muh`fucka I own shit
When I`m on some grown shit
And I stand on my own, bitch
Get yo hands up outta my pocket
Y`all greedy muh`fuckas betta stop it
Y`all niggaz can`t play wit my profit
So you might as well back up off it
Money man don`t fuck around
Boy I will shut you down
You don`t wanna bust it down
Now I gotta stop bussin clown
So please don`t fuck with mine
And I won`t have to fuck wit yours
Cuz when I bring them toys
We knockin down them doors
And anything else in my way
Interferin wit my pay
Y`all niggaz gon` learn today
Don`t fuck around wit Jay
I don`t see awards or them plaques
Or them stanky car tracks
Matter fact
Fuck That
All I want is my stack
Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhtttttttt

(Hook) x4

Y`all don` wanna fuck around wit this
Only bitch-ass niggaz ain`t down wit this
Y`all crowdin that nigga
Stop houndin this
For you fuck my first
Get a pound wit this
Y`all fake-ass niggaz betta recognize
I`ll work ya niggaz out like exercise
I`m this shit muh`fucka I flex my mouth
You gotta short piece I`ll wash yo mind
Nigga I ain`t lyin
Muh`fuckas don`t know bout Jay
And this damn thing hold by Jay
Fuck around be D-O-A
Nigga that`s fo` sho okay
You don`t know this ganky shit
Plus I won`t ganky trick
Y`all fuck niggaz think y`all slick
Lemme tell y`all niggaz ain`t shit
But when them killas come
That`s when all y`all fuck niggaz run
Still nigga like me boots up to none
So all y`all fuck boys will get done, huh
All y`all sucka niggaz betta take heed
For ya get yo ass smoked like weed
Nigga I don`t break I squeeze
Lemme hear ya tryin to take from me
Nigga that`s gon be ya ass
Definitely gon be ya last
Don`t fuck around
Nigga wit my cash
Unless yo ass want to get blast
Respect tha game
Dread the pain
That I`ma bring
To ya man
Playing games wit ya life
Livin triflin
I`ll take them stripes

(Hook) x4
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
I`m in this game like a legend
Y`all niggaz peasants
Open ya ass up like presents
Put my weight on it
While you still sittin weight on it
Can`t hate on it when Jay on it
Yo don` know rowdy boys shot clothes
Hits from way back
Tryin to top those
Love to chop hoes
Quick to drop boes
On my foes
To pop though
When I don`t stop though
Wanna pose
Can`t fuck with Jay
I`m the ear-shake
Gotta make big pay
Don`t stop
How`m I off the top
But who that drop nigga say I went pop
Lemme pop real shit in ya ear
Pop off on all fuck-boys
So stay in tha clear
Pop bitch in the mouth
Talk too much shit
Pop three lil` gids that don`t fuck with
Pop on a nigga when I see ya hate
Pop a gat in his mouth
Send him to Satan
Pop the question
Who next to die
If you it don`t wanna to be you don`t fuck with mine
I ain`t a rap-ass nigga bitch that spit game
In tha big thangs
Don`t take some shit man
All bread suckas soft ass cookies
Don`t ever compare me to no rookies

(Hook) x4

[Talking]
Drop it on ya ass
Playin on muh`fuckas game
From here on out
Shop clothes
Talk all that shit
Rapper-ass nigga
Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh



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