War Time Song Lyrics

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Song:– War Time

Singer:– Artz, Bugy & Freddie Gibbs

Album:– We Survive

Producer:– Bugy & DJ Artz

Written:– DJ Artz, Bugy & Freddie Gibbs

Label:– KOAL

War Time Lyrics Artz, Bugy & Freddie Gibbs

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, Kane, I’m living right now nigga, (I don’t shit)
Yeah yeah, I don’t trust nobody nigga
Yeah, almighty don’t like nobody, okay? Yeah (Yeah)
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it’s war time
Got so much pimp in my blood I ain’t never gon’ be on a hoe time
Cookin’ dope with the AP wrist, rocky it’s blow time
(Artz, what’s poppin’ my G?)
(B-B-Bugy)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Got that shit in my system, don’t know if I’m ever gon’ shake it
I got a lust for this murder shit, pop out and burn that bitch
Put on front page of the paper (Whoo)
Stackin’ that shit since a youngin’, I chop up a onion
I made my first pay on a pager (Whoo)
You could sell one or get done
If I could get the fuck about beats with the fucking [?] based (Fucking [?] based)
Dull nigga flyin’ bitches to Mexico
Hoe was bougie, knock a bitch off her pedestal (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck her friend and let her know you ain’t special hoe (Yeah, yeah)
When I take a trip then I take an extra hoe (Yeah, yeah)
They was fuckin’, I was gone off an edible
You can keep your nigga, I never question you (Whoo)
Buy my whole collection, you a collectible (Whoo)
Bust it open, let me see you get naked hoe (Whoo)
Body bangin’, new pilates and stretches hoe
Pescatari, all the fish and the vegetables
Be his pussy while you pushin’ that chedda, hoe (Yeah, yeah)
For the two more nights I’d like to refresh a hoe (Yeah)
She ain’t fuckin’, suckin’ it, ain’t no pressure hoe (Yeah, yeah)
With the number when I send you the check (Yeah)
Pimps get the most and you get the lesser ho (You get the lesser ho, yeah)

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it’s war time (War time)
Got so much pimp in my blood I ain’t never gon’ be on a hoe time (Nah)
Cookin’ dope with the AP wrist, rocky it’s blow time (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Jackers got ’em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line (Yeah)
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it’s war time (War Time)
Got so much pimp in my blood I ain’t never gon’ be on a hoe time (Nah)
Cookin’ dope with the AP wrist, rocky it’s blow time (Blow time)
Jackers got ’em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Got that shit in my system, don’t think that I’m ever gon’ shake it
Demons inside of me stressing me
Think I need therapy
Save me I’m ’bout to go crazy (Yeah)
I used to do 26 for the two-one, a split
Makin’ niggas go havin’ a baby
Three baby mama, these bitches can’t keep me
I told em’ that coca forever my lady (Forever my lady, yeah)
Every day I fuck a new bitch
Got the loyal Rap, R&B hoes
I just fucked the Channel 7 News bitch
Get a white bitch selling white shit
Getting cougar pussy on a cruise ship (Yeah)
Holdin’ hands, nah, we ain’t cool, bitch
TMZ put me on the news clip
Whippin’ hard especially with the water
I’ma transport it took a few trips
Nigga I don’t pillow talk around the hoe
She got loose pussy, she got loose lips
I’ve been whippin’ hard especially with the water
I’ma transport it took a few trips
Nigga I don’t pillow talk around the hoe
Will put you on the Channel 7 News bitch
Yeah, yeah, bang

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it’s war time (War time)
Got so much pimp in my blood I ain’t never gon’ be on a hoe time (Nah)
Cookin’ dope with the AP wrist, rocky it’s blow time (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Jackers got ’em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line (Yeah)
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it’s war time (War time)
Got so much pimp in my blood I ain’t never gon’ be on a hoe time (Nah)
Cookin’ dope with the AP wrist, rocky it’s blow time (Blow time)
Jackers got ’em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line

[Outro]
Bitch, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Shut the fuck up bitch