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Alamo Records - Warriors Lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm working on dying)
Us

[Chorus]
Lord, please bring my bitch, 'cause these hoes fried out
She sweet as hell in them DMs, shit, we gon' fly it out
He said online, we “walkin' licks”, shit, he should try it out
He gon' chase clout until he clipped and end up dyin' out
They play with me, my dawgs gon' flash by the sun down
You think 'bout trickin' on that mud, dawg, she's so run down
You not gon' end nobody life, so put your gun down
This world so sensitive every time, shit ain't no fun now

[Verse 1]
You was so tough on that TL, you wanna run now
Ran up that sack like Warrick Dunn, I need them touchdowns
All I'm surrounded by is warriors
Owe it all to those who supported us (Yeah)
Hope it kick back when it kick in
I'm in the club, brought my stick in
On all days, we trеat that day just like the weekend
Yеah, Big Boat, real big stepper
Concrete Boys live better
Should've piped her 'fore I met her
Should've piped her 'fore I met her
Now she over (Now she over)
And it's open (And it's open)
Her shit soakin'
[Chorus]
Lord, please bring my bitch, 'cause these hoes fried out
She sweet as hell in them DMs, shit, we gon' fly it out
He said online, we “walkin' licks”, shit, he should try it out
He gon' chase clout until he clipped and end up dyin' out
They play with me, my dawgs gon' flash by the sun down
You think 'bout trickin' on that mud, dawg, she's so run down
You not gon' end nobody life, so put your gun down
This world so sensitive every time, shit ain't no fun now

[Verse 2]
She wanna bring her bestie, she wanna pop an X (X)
They call me lil' collar shirt, I'm steady gettin' neck (Neck)
Flew a bitch out from the Watts
Had her come down with that wock-y
I fell in love with a thot, yeah, heard that he be sippin' on snot a-gain
Boys goin' out bad, sad, that shit terrible (Brrat)
Them folks said who had went broke, that shit hysterical (Ha-ha)
Send my dawg to get that weight off like he Terio (Yeah)
R2J, beat that pack up, yeah, Chris Jericho (Okay)

[Chorus]
Lord, please bring my bitch, 'cause these hoes fried out
She sweet as hell in them DMs, shit, we gon' fly it out
He said online, we “walkin' licks”, shit, he should try it out
He gon' chase clout until he clipped and end up dyin' out
They play with me, my dawgs gon' flash by the sun down
You think 'bout trickin' on that mud, dawg, she's so run down
You not gon' end nobody life, so put your gun down
This world so sensitive every time, shit ain't no fun now (Get that)