Brydzy - War Poetry lyrics

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Brydzy - War Poetry lyrics

I've been Spitting War Poetry These b**hes want to flow with me f** all diplomacy Spreading this sh** globally Bring a bad hoe with me Better bring the dough with me Spend it all copiously I break it down? Totally This some pure white, going straight right up the nostril Spitting these apostles, listen to this gospel So what if this hostile, flow is so colossal Find me on a Friday night drinking out the bottle Running over sh** while I'm heading down the curb If i'm drinking all this bourbon well you know I'm going to swerve If you don't get what you deserve, no you gotta f**ing take it And I know one day, that I'm a mother f**ing make it So when I stack dough you can call me Al Pacino You'll find me up in Vegas Spend it all at the casino Tripping on some acid, not talking amino Flowing like gambino I got a mean flow and a filipino mean hoe f** checking your ego Refuse to be average, boy I do this for the people I'm climbing to the steeple f** any obstacle I sound so phenomenal make them fall like domino AH AH AH you know I'm gonna rip , don't do what they predict Think I can't flip the script While I'm making making all this music And I'm about to start a movement If you don't believe me, just watch me while I do it I've been Spitting War Poetry These b**hes want to flow with me f** all diplomacy Spreading this sh** globally Bring a bad hoe with me Better bring the dough with me Spend it all copiously I break it down? Totally And if they want it, well f** you I want it more Until I'm going making f**ing stacks like Macklemore I'm coming on the track galore To make the speakers rattle more What you think this rap is for To push a f**ing rav 4? No f** it boy, I'm coming for the lambo And I'm k**ing in the jungle call me rambo I'm opening these accounts And I'm stacking these amounts And guess what? No cheques going to bounce I'm so sick when I drop, boy I spit a mile a minute When I' in it, I'm no gimmick You don't want to go against me, flow is money Standing on the block, Nose is running Until I'm sounding just like Pac I'm spitting sh** that's ugly White boy bust a shot, white boy bust a shot So pa** me the rock, Lebron James on the court Boy I do this sh** for sport, and I'm hearing no retort The people hating on me a minority report So a big f** you to all the haters who trying to put a hearse on me I'll burn you in the third degree, that sh** is an emergency If you have heard of me, well better do it urgently Coming for the currency, that sh**s a certainty I've been Spitting War Poetry These b**hes want to flow with me f** all diplomacy Spreading this sh** globally Bring a bad hoe with me Better bring the dough with me Spend it all copiously I break it down? Totally

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