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Check out the song lyrics of "War" by 'Ann Marie'
See this the real shit, shit that make you feel shit
Who beefin over lil shit, got niggas that'll drop shit, pop shit
We ain't with the talk my niggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no bitch, bitch I'm ready for war
See this the real shit, shit that make you feel shit
Who beefin over lil shit, got niggas that'll drop shit, pop shit
We ain't with the talk my niggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no bitch, bitch I'm ready for war
You ain't relevant enough for me to diss you
Your nigga ate my pussy with the same lips he kissed you
I see you staring bitch, let me know if it's an issue
Call my rappie up, guarantee she come and get you
See if I let him fuck, you no longer be his bitch boo
But if I'm off that Henny ain't no telling what I'll do
Top all Gucci, at the bottom Jimmy Choo
He want a real bitch, so I'm the person that he choose lil sis
See this the real shit, shit that make you feel shit
Who beefin over lil shit, got niggas that'll drop shit, pop shit
We ain't with the talk my niggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no bitch, bitch I'm ready for war
See this the real shit, shit that make you feel shit
Who beefin over lil shit, got niggas that'll drop shit, pop shit
We ain't with the talk my niggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no bitch, bitch I'm ready for war
See my pockets real fat like Nicki ass and shit
Ain't got to fuck for attention, I'm a classy bitch
We ain't chasin no niggas, chasin bags and shit
Paint my Rari the color purple fuck that average shit
All my bitches from South Side on that savage shit
Shoes be yo rent that's that lavish shit
He call my phone 10:30 in the morning
I ask him was we hungry
If you ain't tryna eat it why you call
Shit be blowing me and now he in his feelings and shit
Wanna cut him off but he be killin sum shit
I like them street niggas that be dealin and shit
All this shit that I state facts, know you feeling this shit
See this the real shit, shit that make you feel shit
Who beefin over lil shit, got niggas that'll drop shit, pop shit
We ain't with the talk my niggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no bitch, bitch I'm ready for war
See this the real shit, shit that make you feel shit
Who beefin over lil shit, got niggas that'll drop shit, pop shit
We ain't with the talk my niggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no bitch, bitch I'm ready for war
I got my own bread, own car, own crib
Only thing I need a nigga for is for the dick
I remember them days when a bitch ain't have shit
Now all these bitches wanna be me and the niggas want to hit
But that's a no bitch, keep my legs closed bitch
I ain't with that hoe shit, I'm about my dough bitch
Ain't talkin marijuana when I say my nigga smoke shit
Wanna beef about a nigga, where your money at broke bitch
My pussy leaky like a faucet, had to take a break
Got em thinkin that I lost it
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