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WAR (feat. PrettyBoyRick) Video (MV)






Boohooman - WAR (feat. PrettyBoyRick) Lyrics
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We ready for war
Yeah
Walk in the store to applause
Yeah
When you see me its mission abort
So much bitches they line up in shorts
Okay
None of my niggas be missing
You be so skinny you biscuit
Your bitch wanna leave me with hickeys
Im finna pull up with kb & jigg
Rocks on my wrist
Issa million dollar fit
Ice on my neck and it shiney and glisten
Watch out lil nigga before I dismiss ya
Walk in the house
They like nigga who dis
Then I'm gone f*ck on your mom and your sister
If you gon play with me you get the stick
Prettyboyrick
With a pretty lil bitch
Im not buying her cc
She want the vv
Now she throwing a fit
She a lil skee skee
Michael jackson like hee hee
When i do my lil dancey dance
Put you in a trance a trance
Fly you outta sa to france
Its the spider & zombie
And know we come with the heat
Lil nigga best stay on your feet
You better run
Move
Cause you know you not the one
Who
I blast and your daughters & sons
Haha
Nigga its mr dystörted
Yeah
Shout out selena she gorgeous
Bad
The baddest need to be awarded
Hey
Send my regards to your warden
Hey
We ready for war
Walk in the store to applause
When you see me its mission abort
So much bitches they line up in shorts
None of my niggas be missing
You be so skinny you biscuit
Your bitch wanna leave me with hickeys
That's crazy cause i never hit it
This aint your xbox
Lil nigga you get chopped not screwed
Aye
Look at my wrist watch
Its shiny like lip gloss
Poppin out with the crew
Aye
Im finna get you deported
Told you im rocking the airforce
But I f*ck with jordan
Don't think you important
Aye
My vision dystörted
Yessir
I can recall it
Okay
Remember days I was falling
Destiny never calling
2018
When I was kid
Fell to my knees
I'm praying lord please
My mama told me put my all in
Now my pockets won't stop talking
Shut the f*ck up bitch
In the city with the gang
I got the fire on fire on fire
You f*ck with me you and your boys get a tan
My exes boyfriend is a fan
Big dog with the fangs
Take off the tag
Know I'm still it
Got me a bag
Not sharing it
Coat is all black
They know thats the fit
Fit
Fit
Play no games no squid
If that boy wanna feature he gotta pay a couple quid
Gotta pay for a pic
Your music giving me the ick
Ughh
Tell that boy he not a poet
You'll never never make a hit
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We ready for war
Yeah
Walk in the store to applause
Yeah
When you see me its mission abort
So much bitches they line up in shorts
Okay
None of my niggas be missing
You be so skinny you biscuit
Your bitch wanna leave me with hickeys
Im finna pull up with kb & jigg
Rocks on my wrist
Issa million dollar fit
Ice on my neck and it shiney and glisten
Watch out lil nigga before I dismiss ya
Walk in the house
They like nigga who dis
Then I'm gone f*ck on your mom and your sister
If you gon play with me you get the stick
Prettyboyrick
With a pretty lil bitch
Im not buying her cc
She want the vv
Now she throwing a fit
She a lil skee skee
Michael jackson like hee hee
When i do my lil dancey dance
Put you in a trance a trance
Fly you outta sa to france
Its the spider & zombie
And know we come with the heat
Lil nigga best stay on your feet
You better run
Move
Cause you know you not the one
Who
I blast and your daughters & sons
Haha
Nigga its mr dystörted
Yeah
Shout out selena she gorgeous
Bad
The baddest need to be awarded
Hey
Send my regards to your warden
Hey
We ready for war
Walk in the store to applause
When you see me its mission abort
So much bitches they line up in shorts
None of my niggas be missing
You be so skinny you biscuit
Your bitch wanna leave me with hickeys
That's crazy cause i never hit it
This aint your xbox
Lil nigga you get chopped not screwed
Aye
Look at my wrist watch
Its shiny like lip gloss
Poppin out with the crew
Aye
Im finna get you deported
Told you im rocking the airforce
But I f*ck with jordan
Don't think you important
Aye
My vision dystörted
Yessir
I can recall it
Okay
Remember days I was falling
Destiny never calling
2018
When I was kid
Fell to my knees
I'm praying lord please
My mama told me put my all in
Now my pockets won't stop talking
Shut the f*ck up bitch
In the city with the gang
I got the fire on fire on fire
You f*ck with me you and your boys get a tan
My exes boyfriend is a fan
Big dog with the fangs
Take off the tag
Know I'm still it
Got me a bag
Not sharing it
Coat is all black
They know thats the fit
Fit
Fit
Play no games no squid
If that boy wanna feature he gotta pay a couple quid
Gotta pay for a pic
Your music giving me the ick
Ughh
Tell that boy he not a poet
You'll never never make a hit
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Writer: Humzah Patel, Tauriq Zondie
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