Fredo Santana - War lyrics

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Fredo Santana - War lyrics

[Hook : Fredo Santana] First n***a gettin' tough, gettin' trunk I got that 30 in my pocket, wa**up 300 swoll in the club, get stomped A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up Don't nan n***a, want war with us Don't nan n***a, want war with us Don't nan n***a, want war with us A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't letting up [Verse 1 : Fredo Santana] A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't letting up Grab a choppa, grab a tech, grab erythang k** erythang. On erythang Yeah them 30s and them Glocks, yeah we tote those Foo Foo a** n***as, we expose those Call my hood n***as up about a stain tho Sit down, plot about it, then we take it down Anybody move, or make sound Couple bodies drop, from them choppa rounds Everyday is Halloween, I got my mask out All my n***as savages don't make a spazz out Tadoe on it and he got the f**in' 40 on ‘em If a n***a want beef I send my shorties on em Yeah that life b**h, I'mma bout that Catch a n***a snoozing, push his cap back Yeah that life b**h, I'mma bout that [Hook] [Verse 2 : SD] I'm a monster we be takin' sh** (yahh) We gorilla a** n***as don't want war wit' us (nah) A lot fans don't need a guard (uhuh) And I got a lot a n***as f** a entourage (yahh) High as f** I'm coolin' with the stars (chillin) Chillin' with them benny's b**h I'm close to mars (gone) We sacked up then he get robbed (wahhh) I'm a flashy a** n***a I don't need a job (nahh) Couple racks on ya head n***a (yahh) Keep that tucked and you would be a dead n***a (bwahh) You want war keep yah back yard (rahh) Them n***as stupid just tryin' on camouflage (fugazi) I'm addicted to the kush n***a (loud) I'm a drug addict pill poppin' hood n***a (let's get it) Too much money for a war wit' us (yahh) GBE b**h it's only us (3hunna) [Hook] [Verse 3 : Gino Marley] Group a wild n***as blood hound n***as When it comes to stains we take down n***as Ki's and pounds n***a hit the ground n***a Let 30 shots go, call that sh** a crowd clearer Lots a loud innas foreign cars in ‘em We sum' bread winnas so we some band spendas Open all doors b**h let the squad enter And we share hoes b**h let the squad hit ya Money over all no ops in this mob n***a Put money on yo' squad that's a group a dead n***as And all we do is win ain't lose innas And we stay turnt up we ain't no cool n***as Keep the tool when we move never snooze n***a Couple shots to ya body try to move n***a Time is money and we own money all the time War is nutten n***a we can war at any time [Hook]

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