Pop Smoke - War Lyrics
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War
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What Are The Lyrics For War By Pop Smoke?
(Woo!) if I want it, I'ma grab it (blaow!)
If I want it, I'ma have it (woo! Woo!) Christian Dior, Christian Dior I'm up in all this lust I make a call (woo! Woo!) I make a call, it's war And nigga you can check the score We up on the board (woo! Woo!) And we all living lavish If I want it I'ma have it I make a call (woo! Woo!) I make a call, it's war And nigga you can check the score We up on the board (woo! Woo!) And we all living lavish If I want it, I'ma have it My niggas wit' it Money floor, run up them digits I know niggas mad that we did it Say it, we live it Morals, we'll never forget it I ever get booked, I'ma cricket Get it and flip it Henny right here, I'ma sip it You try me it's shots at your biscuit 24 hip it I'ma just 24 hip it 'cause bro said, "Don't ever forget it" Gang with me, anywhere I pop out know the thang with me Every nigga here with me gon' bang with me Try your luck and bro goin' insane with me Bodies dropping that shit ain't a thing to me Smokin' deadies, I'm rollin' up lame niggas Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas Clean the mess, we leave the remains, nigga Surely business ain't playin' no games F*ck all this fame, nigga You will get flamed, nigga Don't you front, I got aim, nigga I saw homis that f*ck with my brain, nigga I be feelin' like goin' insane, nigga I just got me a check, now my chain bigger You gon' die for the stain, nigga When you sent me the addy', I came, nigga Only me and my main niggas You ain't really for static don't play, nigga We could hit you today, nigga If you makin' your bed better lay, nigga There ain't too much to say, nigga I make a call (woo! Woo!) I make a call, it's war And nigga you can check the score We up on the board (woo! Woo!) And we all living lavish If I want it I'ma have it I make a call (woo! Woo!) I make a call, it's war And nigga you can check the score We up on the board (woo! Woo!) And we all living lavish If I want it I'ma have it (look) I got 30 shots for any nigga who want it (flex) Me and Tjay we be huntin' (woo!) I don't talk much 'cause niggas know how we comin' (bah) Niggas know I be dumpin' (grra) Glock 9, dumpin' (dumpin') Run Ricky, runnin' (runnin') Blue face, hunnids (hunnids) Know I'm the bill collector (woo!) Pull up, what's crackin'? Go get to blastin' Talk on my name and we wildin' out All the opps in the spliff, ashin' (ashin') Puff, puff, ain't no passin' (passin') You gon' end up in a casket (casket) 'Cause niggas know what we into I get to drillin', I'm sittin', I'm killin' I'm sittin' if I get the feelin' (you will be dead) I call Trav war bet he clap 2s (oh) Sip Remy like he Papoose Have him stay still like a statue (statue) Have him inked in like a tattoo If I run down, he a goner Headshot, no warnin' (know we run down, little nigga) It's a man down when it's pourin' (right now) Gang spinnin', early mornin' I don't get mad, I get money (flex) What you lookin' at? Little dummy (what you lookin' at?) I'll still buck your teeth like I'm Bunny (blaow!) And I backed the Wraith off of nothin' I make a call (woo! Woo!) I make a call, it's war And nigga you can check the score We up on the board (woo! Woo!) And we all living lavish If I want it I'ma have it I make a call (woo! Woo!) I make a call, it's war And nigga you can check the score We up on the board (woo! Woo!) And we all living lavish If I want it I'ma have it |
Who Wrote War By Pop Smoke?
Bashar Jackson, Tione Meritt
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What's The Duration Of The War By Pop Smoke?The duration of War is 3:43 minutes and seconds. |
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