Lyrics:
pop get your whole body rocked
Every body drop when I let the tommy pop
This lil uzi might leave them with the yachti top
I been in this game you niggas
Betty book she a bop, cause she chilling with a opp
Catch a hoe by the toe and her throat caught my cock
Bitch I'm lit! and you not, game on lock like
Ian danced out his steps
Followed by mom and dad
Given the value of X
We strut off to things we had
But Tommy's gone to fight for the war
Hitting
grammar when I'm injured with a hammer,
But I've a preference for the deference of a metaphor.
I've read the Odyssey by Homer and the Iliad as well,
I
Donald Goines
But I'm not a pimp, and I don't walk with a limp
You can say I know the game, 'cause I know how to treat a dame
So knock three times on my
by a pale horse
It's insane in the membrane
Grabbed a AK
Started layin' wit' the wolves while the angels sing a chorus
And I'm ready for war
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
"Susu tumi sakra" (Yor!)
Nansein me verse y3 charter (Yor!)
Everything you do be war so
Everything dey matter (Yor!)
Gucci Gucci, Prada
Me i no know wear
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game
If you won't settle the score
I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
It's
and barbarian
You beaten by the fist of
God so Paul bury 'em
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
It ain't an adversary that's ready
To go to war
One gun, two gun,
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas
Tommy Hil' rockin' niggas who fuck-
Mira, aprende
Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils
Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas
Tommy Hil' rockin' niggas who fuck-
Mira, aprende
Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils
to do it by my lone
They wasn't there, now they wannabe
They be looking up to me, they some wannabe's
I know for a fact they would never push up on me
Dropbox
Got holes in my shoes cuz I walk lots
Spend all my money on Juul pods and Pop Tarts
Going broke by the end of the month
Just smoked and I'm finna
No pretension of realness
No premises and no limits
No thought or justification
Just bars for three minutes I been
Killing it since I was a foetus
One crime, two crimes, I do it all the time
I'm talkin' all da crimes, boy, I'm goin' off fa mine
Three crimes, four crimes, I go to war fa mine
Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?)
The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
nineteen-ought-one-two-and-three
To pull us in quietly into the 20th Century
But before the Wright brothers at Kitty Hawk
Lifted off that sandy ground
Hed invented Thomas
The Little Bus by Mark""Buc"" Williams 2012(ASCAP)
(V1)
When I was back in middle school
My buddies and me thought we were cool
We'd never had
Discuss these war games by tommy wright iii Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In