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Sticky War is war, so, I'm forever slidin' I hear niggas talk, but they ain't never ridin' I was on my face, I ain't never know 'bout fly shit Now I'm rockin' big drip, all of the designer When you see the boss down, you can't miss the diamonds All these opp thots but she knows how niggas slidin' I'll be on the block, big Rambo, glidin' Tryna get 'em down, hope I don't get indicted Tryna get 'em down like, "Yo, what you tellin' me? (Sho) All my friends, they wanna beat like Remedy (yoh) Star 9, Starburst in your memory (hey) You got a wap, but partake in the cemetery (damn) You got a mash, you ain't boss but you're sendin' sweets (haha) I need a ding with black tints and like seven seats Boss down, boss now, she remembers me She throws it back and makes it clap, no assembly (mah) The opps thots hate me because of SJ (SJ) It wasn't him, it wasn't him that took your best mate (mah) Free Slim, he a king, why do the feds hate? We tape estates, don't know 'bout no sex tape War is war, so, I forever got smoke (I swear) I love Christian Dior like Pop Smoke Fendi, Balmain, got the lot bro Valentino just to match with the top, yo War is war, so, I'm forever slidin' I hear niggas talk but they ain't never ridin' I was on my face, I ain't never know 'bout fly shit Now I'm rockin' big drip, all of the designer When you see the boss down, you can't miss the diamonds All these opp thots but she know how niggas slidin' I'll be on the block, big Rambo, glidin' Tryna get 'em down, hope I don't get indicted I'm my brother's keeper, promise I'ma creep up Touch one of mine, I'll touch him with the Nina Make blood spill, but, I'll never speak up Told 'em ain't no rule for them niggas tryna beef us They ain't gonna free up without another squealer Try and switch on Mophine, tryna make 'em freeze up My niggas tell me to ease up and you're G ah Don't worry 'bout that beef can, them hollow are gonna beat up I just wanna teach her, yeah, I didn't beef her Plus I wanna chip buddy buyin' like a beater Can't forget times when a nigga used to T cross Try and live far where I can never see cops They don't like him Your bitch wish on my Lyca My nigga's let off the lightenin' Yeah, it's quite frightenin' when they're firin' War is war, so, I'm forever slidin' I hear niggas talk, but, they ain't never ridin' I was on my face, I ain't never know 'bout fly shit Now I'm rockin' big drip, all of the designer When you see the boss down, you can't miss the diamonds All these opp thots but she know how niggas slidin' I'll be on the block, big Rambo, glidin' Tryna get 'em down, hope I don't get indicted
Writer(s): Darryl Pittman, Tyrone Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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