War – Quadeca feat. Dax lyrics

Lyrics War – Quadeca

War lyrics
These shoes are from Christian Dior yeah
I’m not a kid anymore (no, I’m not b***h)
Look at what I did to the store
They don’t make this anymore uh (they, do not!)
They don’t make s**t like this anymore (they, do not!)
They gon’ try to diss, best be sure huh (best be sure)
Cleaning up rappers this s**t a chore huh (sweep, sweep)
Yeah, If you want war then it’s war b***h

You ain’t a part of this, these are my artifits
I put my heart in this versuri-lyrics.info
Look where I started, I ain’t need a starter kit
I’ve been a star since the kindergarden
And who are you hardenin’, you ain’t no harder than me
I check my numbers I’m harder to reach
I tell my pages I’m harder than Reese
Say you know me, but I find that hard to believe
Sorry I’m not nice (sorry)
They like:
He just came through with some Nike, but t-shirt’s OffWhite
They don’t be buggin’ when I go up off to the top like I got likes
I turn that s**t freaky friday, I’ll make you think you on the wrong life
You on the run like b***h
Media painted the wrong light
Hard to have oven on the spot like she would do anything for me
I’m a Klondike b***h
I live two lifes and I’m online
Offline, everything online f**k all that clout
This is not ’bout to die
Listen, I’m bottom line that s**t the bottom
I’m put s**t to be saying nothing
Just like you forgot your lines

These shoes are from Christian Dior yeah
I’m not a kid anymore huh (no, I’m not b***h)
Look at what I did to the store (what I did)
They don’t make this anymore huh (they, do not!)
They don’t make s**t like this anymore (they, do not!)
They gon’ try to diss, best be sure huh (best be sure)
Cleaning up rappers this s**t a chore (sweep, sweep)
Yeah, If you want war then it’s war b***h

Dax!
Niggas want beef?
Put it in a caption
Niggas want tweek?
Never ’bout rapping
I was in the trap, they ask me what happened?
I gripped on a text
Sorry man, now I’m blessed
When I say when to panic
Blood on my shirt?
Yeah, new fashion
Just bought a whip and I ran to the mansion
Flex on them bitches, now I’m popping Zenga
One shot and you dead
HB, two pencil a*s n***a
‘Cus I always got led
Two freak girls, two shots
One chest one to your head
911 speed dial, man down that’s what I said
Who you know, was a janitor went and got rich
Copped a whip, .. a lot
Who you know be a thug, who would murder a n***a
Then talk .. like Barack
Who you know got a jumper like Curry and dunk on a n***a like Shaq on the block
Who you know, got a-
You don’t know nobody

These shoes are from Christian Dior yeah
I’m not a kid anymore (no, I’m not b***h)
Look at what I did to the store (what I did)
They don’t make this anymore uh (they, do not!)
They don’t make s**t like this anymore (they, do not!)
They gon’ try to diss, best be sure uh (best be sure)
Cleaning up rappers this s**t a chore (sweep, sweep)
Yeah, If you want war then it’s war b***h (then it’s war uh)
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