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War Outside
Loski
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(Aye, ayeโ saw me and my demon friends)
(Every time mum looked over the balcony, saw me and myโ)
(Aye, aye, ayeโ)
There's a war outside, better stay inside
If not, better wear your vest
How you gonna quit on the war knowing broski died
And you ain't even gotโ?
How you tell in-house shit to a whole 'nother block
When you coulda phoned folks and vent?
Every time mum looked over the balcony
Saw me and my demon friends
And if my gyal try break my heart then I'ma relapse with fifty hoes
Remember I hit Jaesqua from the back
Gave TY a spud, she was giving him throat
Remember when I said the other side bruck?
Nuttin ain't changed cah them boy still broke
Actually, a few of them got dough, better save up for the funeral home
I can't wait till we catch that rapper, he ain't getting saved by Uncle Bo
I'm hitting these hoes, I'm gripping her throat, she told me I keep her alive
Rob niggas, I'm keeping it slime
I got a twenty if somebodyโ (Ha)
Pretty, she know she my type
She got a thing for a savage, I'm suttin she like
There's a war outside, better stay inside
If not, better wear your vest
How you gonna quit on the war knowing broski died
And you ain't even gotโ?
How you tell in-house shit to a whole 'nother block
When you coulda phoned folks and vent?
Every time mum looked over the balcony
Saw me and my demon friends
There's a war outside, better stay inside
If not, better wear your vest
How you gonna quit on the war knowing broski died
And you ain't even gotโ?
How you tell in-house shit to a whole 'nother block
When you coulda phoned folks and vent?
Every time mum looked over the balcony
Saw me and my demon friends
When the money call me, yo B, I'm out
Fling two gyal in a Maybach truck
At the traffic light, make the vehicle bounce
Bad from young, locked in with the members
Ask 'bout man and they always vouch
I been lit for all them summers, I come back and I'm talk of the town
She said "Put the Lambo in corsa"
Must have been with a rapper before or been with a baller before
Or someone that's balling before
She knows I ain't nuttin like them man
Less than an eight, I ain't touching a draw
I got a thing for pretty ratchets and a gorgeous boujee whore
There's a war outside, better stay inside
If not, better wear your vest
How you gonna quit on the war knowing broski died
And you ain't even gotโ?
How you tell in-house shit to a whole 'nother block
When you coulda phoned folks and vent?
Every time mum looked over the balcony
Saw me and my demon friends
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