Correction Lyrics War wit us by King Von

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(Intro)
What, what?
We started this sh*t man
We fathered this sh*t (we did, foreal)

(Verse 1)
Did a lot of dirty myself
Dirty
30 on me shoot ‘em like Steph Curry
Shells get to raining
Getting wet up huh?
Fall and yo ass won’t get up (nah)
b*t*h i get busy with choppas and glizzies
I’m riding’ through the city
This Glock got no safety
Keep that b*t*h with me
So please do not tempt me
I squeeze ‘til it’s empty
You thinking you crazy
Bad b*t*h from another country
Foreign
Slam dunk all in her pu**y
Scoring
Kick her out on to the next
She boring
Finna pull up on her friends
Hoes going
Bands on me money won’t fold
Damn
Leprechaun, where is me gold bands
Can’t catch this drip
You got no hands
I ain’t got opps
I got all fans
I be sliding on n***as straight patching them
You ain’t wanna die why you lack with them
Hopping up out of them astro vans
Catch yo ass boy you can’t hide from them
We dangerous
Tooka man smoke him like angel dust
Boy you ain’t gang
You a stain you can’t hang with us
Glizzies on every gang member that came with us
Aim and just spray at them n***as that ain’t with us

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