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War (feat. Aspect)
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War (feat. Aspect) was released on June 29, 2025 by Teenage Labels as a part of the album Forgotten Savior
June 29, 2025
LabelTeenage Labels
LanguageEnglish
BPM86
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Who told you
You could take him from me
Alex my motherfucking G
If you wanna see
The Teenage Prodigy
The work he can make
And what he can be
Then I would get on your hands and knees
That I don't take you
To see
Oh you killer
You wanna fill her
Like a thriller
But if I bill you
Would you pay the till
Or hide behind the dealer
Who snaked on you
He's so real, yeah
Selling you the pill bag
To sell with your durag
Convince you to do bad
Make your pants sag
But real gangsters
Don't do that
You got a new trap
But I gotta take craps
Hope you find a way
Back to heaven
Ay from heaven to hell
I'm a rebel don't tell
I see 12 disciples
I dead them as well
You know I
Sell gas from eleven to shell
You know I
Get the ass shawty wet like lapel
I'm a big beast
Never enter my realm
It's a big feast
Yeah we spending chanel ugh
Hardest ese of all time
Never caught for a crime
Call me god god
Cause your bitch got got
Yeah she not hot
She been caught
Up in my plot
Her mind is lost
Up in a gut knot
Yeah she's knocked
On a bed flopped
Seventy five guys dropped
Stiff like a sock
Marked with chalk
Unwanted cock
What's up doc'
Pictures in my pocket
Post 'em if you block it
Cut off skin and cook it
While everyone's looking
Pants wearing loom
Filled to the woom
You already doomed
Record it in your room
Why you tryna do shrooms in privacy
Cause you know I'm gonna see
You can't hide from me
Teenage Prodigy
Think you're the guy
Making mamas cry
No, thats a
Motherfucking lie
Oh you killer
You wanna fill her
Like a thriller
But if I bill you
Would you pay the till
Or hide behind the dealer
Who snaked on you
He's so real, yeah
Selling you the pill bag
To sell with your durag
Convince you to do bad
Make your pants sag
But real gangsters
Don't do that
You got a new trap
But I gotta take craps
Hope you find a way
Back to heaven
So you killer
You wanna fill her
Like a thriller
But if I bill you
Would you pay the till
Or hide behind the dealer
Who snaked on you
He's so real, yeah
Selling you the pill bag
To sell with your durag
Convince you to do bad
Make your pants sag
But real gangsters
Don't do that
You got a new trap
But I gotta take craps
Hope you find a way
Back to heaven
If the meek will inherit the earth
I will be the one they take it from
And if jesus cared about since birth
Then why the hell did I have to act dumb
Lying to my family what is this curse
Lying to convince me 2 isn't the sum
Of one plus one, what I learned first
And some celestial being made the sun
Oh you killer
You wanna fill her
Like a thriller
But if I bill you
Would you pay the till
Or hide behind the dealer
Who snaked on you
He's so real, yeah
Selling you the pill bag
To sell with your durag
Convince you to do bad
Make your pants sag
But real gangsters
Don't do that
You got a new trap
But I gotta take craps
Hope you find a way
Back to heaven
Written by: Carlos Queeselnombre, Nicholas O’Connor
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