President T, Fredwave - War lyrics
[President T, Fredwave - War lyrics]
Oh, this ain't love, this is war
You better run, find your law
No, this ain't love, this is war
You better run, find your gun
Started the game, I caught the bug
I said, there's not a drug
I said, there's not a drug
Can't see a gangster, can't see a thug
I was the cocktail without the jug
And when it came down to the crunch
She was like "Can I get a hug?"
I was like, no milk, two sugars
Without the mug wow, they were like
"Prez are you lost?" i mean
There's not a mic man that has crossed
Are you talking beef? Are you talking war?
Are you sure? Who swore?
I know you're trying, but you can't ignore
Style and flow, T on the wing
Oh, this ain't love, this is war
You better run, find your gun
No, this ain't love, this is war
You better run, find your gun
Bring your beef but call your squad
I back my talk, I clap my gun
I shoot for fun your gun
I shut you down, you hit the ground
I feel no way on these estates I stay
I know my place, so stay away
Oh, this ain't love, this is war
You better run, find your gun
No, this ain't love, this is war
You better run, find your gun
I said top of the line
Man want to talk like they're on the grime
But when I check it out
They're on the Insta, they're on the Vine
What's going on in the ends?
Little does he know, that I
Set a couple trends, lost couple friends
I don't really care, they was all fake
Give me a break
All I ever do is slice, so, give me the cake
No I ain't joking talk when I say
This could get to a mess
Don't get to a level of stress when I say
It could leak to the press
Never the less, two three bars express
We ain't evil, we ain't loved
We give no fucks, we fuck the law
We shoot and shot, show no love
We feel no way on these estates we stay
You better run, find your law
No, this ain't love, this is war
You better run, find your gun
Started the game, I caught the bug
I said, there's not a drug
I said, there's not a drug
Can't see a gangster, can't see a thug
I was the cocktail without the jug
And when it came down to the crunch
She was like "Can I get a hug?"
I was like, no milk, two sugars
Without the mug wow, they were like
"Prez are you lost?" i mean
There's not a mic man that has crossed
Are you talking beef? Are you talking war?
Are you sure? Who swore?
I know you're trying, but you can't ignore
Style and flow, T on the wing
Oh, this ain't love, this is war
You better run, find your gun
No, this ain't love, this is war
You better run, find your gun
Bring your beef but call your squad
I back my talk, I clap my gun
I shoot for fun your gun
I shut you down, you hit the ground
I feel no way on these estates I stay
I know my place, so stay away
Oh, this ain't love, this is war
You better run, find your gun
No, this ain't love, this is war
You better run, find your gun
I said top of the line
Man want to talk like they're on the grime
But when I check it out
They're on the Insta, they're on the Vine
What's going on in the ends?
Little does he know, that I
Set a couple trends, lost couple friends
I don't really care, they was all fake
Give me a break
All I ever do is slice, so, give me the cake
No I ain't joking talk when I say
This could get to a mess
Don't get to a level of stress when I say
It could leak to the press
Never the less, two three bars express
We ain't evil, we ain't loved
We give no fucks, we fuck the law
We shoot and shot, show no love
We feel no way on these estates we stay