Cookie Money - War lyrics

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Cookie Money - War lyrics

Chea, it's Lil Cookie n***a and I stay on my hood sh**... Cause a n***a from the hood b**h [Verse 1] I lost so many n***as so my heart scarred up It's a war; we k**ing n***as and we all chopped up (brrrat) Bodies dropping, flipping birds and they all flocked up Ain't no real n***as left, they all dead or locked up San Quentin or Victorville, man they filling pods up Why the good die young? Ain't no end to drama I lost my n***a at 17, nana at 18 Her husband at 19 so I smoke kush and sip lean Flip bricks and ride clean, I'm all about cash ho Mask down on you n***a, f** with my cash flow I'm a natural born a**hole, allergic to being broke In the hood so I sold dope with Glocks and bankroll Bricks and pesos, k**ers move when I say so Give em bands and they lay low on your back like a tight coat Body bounce like a '64, man down that's a 10-4 Body bounce like a '64, man down that's a 10-4 (Hook 2x) I want war when my money up, them n***as crossed the line bruh Grab the AKs and Glocks it's time to do some headhunting My n***as riding for Cookie Money, sliding on them b**h n***as Sold coke, I'm a rich n***a, long clips and gravediggers [Verse 2] Wa**up boy? f** Boy? I been about this sh** n***a I don't f** with licks, I flip kicks, f** your b**h n***a Pretty boy but I pull triggers, all my n***as is drug dealers I pop your a** then pop my collar, don't pop molly, I don't f** with that You a snitch bruh? I don't f** with rats, real n***a bringing Oakland back Disrespect and I'm on your a**, slide through traps and bouncing out f** talking, Glocks in your mouth, 223's doing somersaults (brrrat) Slice your a** like a buck 50, I'm the bossman and my team with me Get money, we all stingy; Got Bobby, and Whitney Break your a** like Illuminati; MOB n***a, ain't talking Gotti I smoke dope and send hoes, cop whips and buy clothes Wear ice and rock shows while you n***as work for 5-0 Call shots, El Chapo, yo thank-o mi pesos Stay rich off kilos, support all my migos They border jumping we headhunting, on both sides it's all ugly Play games your a** smothered, my n***as gon die for Cookie Money

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