War

Carlton Mays, Radric Davis

Letra Tradução

Boy don't want war pussy boy don't want war
Boy don't want war pussy boy don't want war
Don't want war pussy boy
Don't want war want war, want war
Nigga fuck your mama
She should’ve wore a condom
Boy don't want it pussy boy don't want it
Pussy boy pussy boy
Pussy boy pussy boy

Nigga fuck your mama
She should’ve wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari
Burning off this rubber niggas undercover
So you know I can’t trust them
I be smoking earth, boy, you be smoking bubba
The bitch like Benihana's
Took that bitch to McDonald's
I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas
If you want some beef, boy
I won't be your farmer
I might be your father
Ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge tryna lock me up
'cause my pee look darker
But that ain't gon' solve nothin'
Weed solve my problem
Guns for my armor, nigga, fuck security
Out the cut like barbers
Got niggas Forrest Gumpin'
Smoking on this Compton, but bitch
I'm in Chiraq
Where you disrespect me at, bitch
That's where you die at
All these fucking lab rats
Now I got my mouse trap
Niggas wanna fake kick it
Wan' know where my house at
That life I ain't 'bout that
I'm 'bout pushing scalps back
Pull up on yo block, bitch
Let my niggas out that
Foreign car, clout that
I'm high off this Tooka pack
I'm high off this Aiki pack
I'm high off this Tu Tu pack
Smoking on that Jay Loud
Smoking on that FatHead
Run up on 4-6, leave a nigga flat dead
Shoot a 47, flying off like Batman
Boy, I got a bag, bitch
Put that bag on that head
I'm high off this Chief Keef
Got me feeling like Superman
That bitch called Chief Keef, "G"
Bitch I'm not no MuBu man
All these damn frenemies
I'm gon' call up PooPoo man
I got niggas in these streets, they
Fuck around and do you, man
I’m rich, hallelujah man, still
Got my toolie, man
Fuck with me
I’ll fuck around and screw your mans
Flexin' like a ruler, shoot at your medulla
Man and get your bitch, she wanna suck
My dick, I knew it, man

Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Want war

Come down your block like thunder, thunder
Thunder i just bought ten guns and
Ten pounds and ten mansions
Come through dunkin' shit, Kevin Durant
Lebron-in'
But you like to Twitter beef, pussy
How you warrin'? Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'? How you warrin'?

[Refrain]
Don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war, want war

[Pont]
Nigga fuck your mama, she should’ve wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burning off this rubber
Nigga fuck yo mama, she should’ve wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burning off this rubber
Nigga fuck yo mama, she should’ve wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burning off this rubber
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war, want war
Pull up on you
Boy don’t want it
Pussy boy, pussy boy, pussy boy, pussy

[Couplet]
Nigga fuck your mama, she should’ve wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burning off this rubber
Niggas undercover so you know I can’t trust them
I be smokin' earth boy, you be smokin' bubba
The bitch like Benihana's, took that bitch to McDonald's
I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas
If you want some beef boy, I won't be your farmer
I might be your father, ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge trying to lock me up, cause my pee look darker
But that ain't gonna solve nothing weed solve my problems
Guns for my armor, nigga fuck security
Out the cut like barbers, got niggas Forrest Gumping
Smoking on this Compton, but bitch I'm in Chiraq
Where if you disrespect me at, bitch that's where you die at
All these fucking lab rats, now I got my mouse trap
Niggas wanna fake kick, wanna know where my house at
That life I ain't bout, I'm 'bout pushing scalps back
Pull up on yo block bitch, let my niggas out that
Foreign car, Clout that, I'm high off this Tooka pack
I'm high off this Aiki pack, I'm high off this Tu-Tu pack
Smoking on that Jay Loud, smoking on that FatHead
Run up on 46, leave a nigga flat dead
Shoot a 47, flying off like batman
Boy I got a bag bitch, put that bag on that head
I'm high off this Chief Keef, got me feeling superman
That bitch called called Chief Keef G, bitch I'm not no MuBu man
All these damn friendemies, I'm a call up PooPoo man
I got niggas in these street they fuck around and do you, man
I’m rich hallelujah man, still got my toolie man
Fuck with me I’ll fuck around an screw your mans
Flexing like a ruler shoot at your medulla man
And get your bitch, she wanna suck my dick, I knew it man

[Refrain]

[Outro]
Come down your block like thunder, thunder, thunder
I just bought ten guns and ten pounds in ten months
Come through dunking shit, Kevin Durant Lebron-in'
But you like to Twitter beef, pussy how you warring?
Pussy how you warring?
Pussy how you warring?
Pussy how you warring?
Pussy how you warring?
How you warring?

Curiosidades sobre a música War de Chief Keef

Em quais álbuns a música “War” foi lançada por Chief Keef?
Chief Keef lançou a música nos álbums “Feed the Streets” em 2015 e “The Leek, Vol. 1” em 2015.
De quem é a composição da música “War” de Chief Keef?
A música “War” de Chief Keef foi composta por Carlton Mays, Radric Davis.

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