War Ready lyrics

by

Boosie Badazz


[Chorus]
I'ma do my own sh*t, don't give a f*ck what y'all say
If I love you and you need me, just know I'm one call away
War ready, b*tch, the clip longer than a hallway
Heart cold, I'll bless a pus*y n*gga broad day
Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag
b*tch, I got beaucoup cash
Come shop with me, we move them bags
And yeah, we moving fast
Get off my di*k, lil' groupie-ass
Keep playing and lose your hat
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn, I'm so used to that

[Verse]
pus*y n*ggas coppin' deuces, they know we don't wave flags
Hit up Bap, he up the Mac, and blow your sh*t way back
Pulled up met the plug right there, racetrack
Pulled off in a foreign, oh, I know they hate that
She in my business, so I told that b*tch stay off my di*k
He in his feelings, I guess that's cause he broke as a b*tch
I go and get it, won't never ask nobody else for sh*t
It took a minute, but now I'm just two steps from being rich
Pop out in traffic cruising, I swear I be on some other sh*t
Big stick on side me coolin', he run up and I'ma bust this b*tch
Yeah, all these hoes be choosin', but I won't never love a b*tch
That lil' ho must be stupid, if she think I'ma trust a b*tch
[Chorus]
I'ma do my own sh*t, don't give a f*ck what y'all say
If I love you and you need me, just know I'm one call away
War ready, b*tch, the clip longer than a hallway
Heart cold, I'll bless a pus*y n*gga broad day
Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag
b*tch, I got beaucoup cash
Come shop with me, we move them bags
And yeah, we moving fast
Get off my di*k, lil' groupie-ass
Keep playing and lose your hat
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn, I'm so used to that
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