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Quadeca x Dax – War! Lyrics

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

You ain’t a part of this these are my artifits
I put my heart in this
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 (huh?)
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
Yeah oh
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 lices
I turn that sh*t freaky friday I’ll make you think you on the wrong life
You on the run like b*tch
Media painted the wrong light
Hard to have oven on the spot like she would do anything for me
I’m a Klondike b*tch
I live two lifes and I’m online
Offline everything online f*ck all that clout
This is not ’bout to die
Listen I’m bottom line that sh*t the bottom
I’m put sh*t to be saying nothing
Just like you forgot your lines.

These shoes are from Christian Dior yeah (uhh)
I’m not a kid anymore huh (no I’m not b*tch)
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 sh*t like this anymore (they do not!)
They gon’ try to diss best be sure huh (best be sure)
Cleaning up rappers this sh*t a chore (sweep sweep)
Yeah If you want war then it’s war b*tch (then it’s war huh).

Dax!
N*ggas want beef?
Put it in a caption
N*ggas 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 b*tches now I’m popping Zenga
One shot and you dead
HB two pencil ass n*gga
‘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 versuri.us
Who you know be a thug who would murder a n*gga
Then talk like Barack
Who you know got a jumper like Curry and dunk on a n*gga like Shaq on the block
Who you know got a-
You don’t know nobody.

These shoes are from Christian Dior yeah (uhh)
I’m not a kid anymore (no I’m not b*tch)
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 sh*t like this anymore (they do not!)
They gon’ try to diss best be sure uh (best be sure)
Cleaning up rappers this sh*t a chore (sweep sweep)
Yeah If you want war then it’s war b*tch (then it’s war uh).

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