War Paint lyrics

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TM88


[Refrain: Tyla Yaweh]
I know Tia (I know Tia)
You gon' T up (You know Keisha)
I didn't body down
Listen on the real
'Cause I know Nina (I know Nina)
And she know Keisha (She know Keisha)
I f*ck on Tina (Wait)
She hold all my re-up (Re-up)
Smoke my dope, ayy (Smoke my dope)
I bought her a visa (Bought her a visa)
She smoke my dope, yeah (Smoke my dope)
I bought her a visa (Visa)

[Chorus: GNAR]
Smoke my dope (Smoke my dope), call your ho (Call your ho)
She put that ass on me, then I gotta go (I gotta go)
She a wild lil' b*tch, she love the snow (She love the coke)
Screamin' out, "f*ck 12," I stick to the code (f*ck 12)

[Verse 1: GNAR]
I been gettin' money every minute
Had to put some diamonds in my dentures
Went to see the lil' dentist (Oh)
You stick to Xans like a menace (Oh)
f*ckin' every b*tch, you want distance
Shoot you in the brain, f*ck a witness
War, war, my n*gga, I want war (Oh)
War, war, my n*gga, I want war (Oh)
I got bands, my n*gga, I need more (Oh)
Got bands, my n*gga, I need more (Oh)
Uh, n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t (Oh)
n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t, ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t (Oh)
n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t (Oh)
n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout, n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
Big four-five got kickback
Shoot you in your crib, where you sleep at, oh
Say you gettin' money, where your whip at?
Bit' eat a Xan like a Tic-Tac, sit on that di*k, b*tch, get back
Uh, uh, uh
But I gotta go, I gotta go
I got some money to get
Bags to get on the road, out on the road
[Chorus: GNAR & Robb Bank$]
Smoke my dope (Smoke my dope), call your ho (Call your ho)
She put that ass on me, then I gotta go (I gotta go)
She a wild lil' b*tch, she love the snow (She love the coke)
Screamin' out, "f*ck 12," I stick to the code (f*ck 12)
Smoke my dope (Smoke my dope), call your ho (Call your ho)
She put that ass on me, then I gotta go (I gotta go)
She a wild lil' b*tch, she love the snow (She love the coke)
Screamin' out, "f*ck 12," I stick to the code (f*ck 12, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
(Wha), Mhm (Wha, wha, wha, wha)
Mhm, okay, let's get it (Let's get it)
All I really need is one minute, facts (Yuh)
GNAR said do it so it's finished (Yuh)
Rest in peace MBM, I don't do scrimmage
I might have to name up my effort for b*tches (Yuh)
I just called Alyssa to bring me the biscuit
I like to catch snitches, like I'm playin' Quidditch
Y'all speak on that di*k so they call it Tom Riddle
And I like to talk to my tool, Bob the Builder
I'm in Argentina with a ho
I like to sit back and watch her eat another ho (I did)
Snort, move, top her, I had to let a b*tch go (Gone)
Days of Future Past, say your ex-man broke
Mama sticks to her last, even when her n*gga gone
When I hit in the bed, I'ma let that sh*t go (Bruh)
Beat the sh*t out your man, put this di*k down her throat (Yuh, yuh)
I run up with your pack, I'm Houdini, phantom (Mhm)
[Chorus: GNAR]
Smoke my dope (Smoke my dope), call your ho (Call your ho)
She put that ass on me, then I gotta go (I gotta go)
She a wild lil' b*tch, she love the snow (She love the coke)
Screamin' out, "f*ck 12," I stick to the code (f*ck 12)

[Refrain: Tyla Yaweh]
I know Tia (I know Tia)
You gon' T up (You know Keisha)
I didn't body down
Listen on the real
'Cause I know Nina (I know Nina)
And she know Keisha (She know Keisha)
I f*ck on Tina (Wait)
She hold all my re-up (All my re-up, all my re-up)

[Outro: GNAR]
(Oh)
Bands, my n*gga, I need more
Bands, my n*gga, I need more
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