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Artz & Bugy - War Time feat. Freddie Gibbs (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Artz
Artz
Performer
Bugy
Bugy
Performer
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Efe Çelik
Efe Çelik
Songwriter
Anıl Buğra Gürel
Anıl Buğra Gürel
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Artz
Artz
Producer
Bugy
Bugy
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, 'cause I'm living right now nigga (I don't shit) Yeah, yeah, I don't trust nobody, nigga (feel me?) Yeah, almighty don't like nobody, copy? Yeah (yeah) Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's war time Got so much pimp in my blood, I ain't never gon' be on a ho time Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky, it's blow time (Artz, what's poppin' my G?) (B-B-Bugy) Got that shit in my system, don't know if I'm ever gon' shake it I got a lust for this murder shit, pop out and burn that bitch Put on front page of the paper (woo) Stackin' that shit since a youngin', I chop up a onion I made my first pay on a pager (woo) You could send one or get done If I could get the fuck about beats With the fucking full of basses (fucking full of basses) Dull nigga flyin' bitches to Mexico Ho was bougie, knock a bitch off her pedestal (yeah, yeah) Fuck her friend and let her know you ain't special ho (yeah, yeah) When I take a trip then I take an extra ho (yeah, yeah) They was fuckin', I was gone off an edible You can keep your nigga, I never question you (woo) Buy my whole collection, you a collectible (woo) Bust it open, let me see you get naked ho (woo) Body bangin', new Pilates and stretches ho Pescatarian, all the fish and the vegetables Be his pussy while you pushin' the Jetta, ho (yeah, yeah) 42 more nights I'd like to refresh a ho (yeah) She ain't fuckin', suckin' it, ain't no pressure ho (yeah, yeah) With the number when I send you the check (yeah) So pimps get the most and you get the lesser ho (you get the lesser ho, yeah) Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's war time (war time) Got so much pimp in my blood, I ain't never gon' be on a ho time (nah) Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky, it's blow time (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line (yeah) Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's war time (war time) Got so much pimp in my blood, I ain't never gon' be on a ho time (nah) Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky, it's blow time (blow time) Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line Got that shit in my system, don't think that I'm ever gon' shake it Demons inside of me stressing me Think I need therapy Save me, I'm 'bout to go crazy (yeah) I used to do 26 for the two and a split Makin' niggas go half on a baby Three baby mamas, these bitches can't keep me I told 'em that coca forever my lady (forever my lady, yeah) Every day, I fuck a new bitch Got the loyal rap, R&B hoes I just fucked the Channel 7 news bitch Got a white bitch selling white shit Getting cougar pussy on a cruise ship (yeah) Holdin' hands, nah, we ain't cool, bitch TMZ'll put me on the news clip Whippin' hard and spalshin' with the water I'ma transporter, took a few trips Nigga, I don't pillow talk around the ho She got loose pussy, she got loose lips I've been whippin' hard and splashin' with the water I'ma transporter, took a few trips Nigga I don't pillow talk around the ho Will put you on the Channel 7 news, bitch Yeah, yeah, bang Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's war time (war time) Got so much pimp in my blood, I ain't never gon' be on a ho time (nah) Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky, it's blow time (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line (yeah) Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's war time (war time) Got so much pimp in my blood, I ain't never gon' be on a ho time (nah) Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky, it's blow time (blow time) Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line Bitch, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Shut the fuck up, bitch
Writer(s): Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Efe Celik, Anil Bugra Gurel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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