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War Video (MV)




Performed By: Chief Keef
Written by: Carlton Mays, Radric Davis




Chief Keef - War Lyrics




Boy don't want war pussy boy don't want war
Boy don't want war pussy boy don't want war
Don't want war pussy boy
Don't want war want war, want war
Nigga f*ck your mama
She should've wore a condom
Boy don't want it pussy boy don't want it
Pussy boy pussy boy
Pussy boy pussy boy

Nigga f*ck your mama
She should've wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari
Burning off this rubber niggas undercover
So you know I can't trust them
I be smoking earth, boy, you be smoking bubba
The bitch like Benihana's
Took that bitch to McDonald's
I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas
If you want some beef, boy
I won't be your farmer
I might be your father
Ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge tryna lock me up
'cause my pee look darker
But that ain't gon' solve nothin'
Weed solve my problem
Guns for my armor, nigga, f*ck security
Out the cut like barbers
Got niggas Forrest Gumpin'
Smoking on this Compton, but bitch
I'm in Chiraq
Where you disrespect me at, bitch
That's where you die at
All these f*cking lab rats
Now I got my mouse trap
Niggas wanna fake kick it
Wan' know where my house at
That life I ain't 'bout that
I'm 'bout pushing scalps back
Pull up on yo block, bitch
Let my niggas out that
Foreign car, clout that
I'm high off this Tooka pack
I'm high off this Aiki pack
I'm high off this Tu Tu pack
Smoking on that Jay Loud
Smoking on that FatHead
Run up on 4-6, leave a nigga flat dead
Shoot a 47, flying off like Batman
Boy, I got a bag, bitch
Put that bag on that head
I'm high off this Chief Keef
Got me feeling like Superman
That bitch called Chief Keef, "G"
Bitch I'm not no MuBu man
All these damn frenemies
I'm gon' call up PooPoo man
I got niggas in these streets, they
F*ck around and do you, man
I'm rich, hallelujah man, still
Got my toolie, man
F*ck with me
I'll f*ck around and screw your mans
Flexin' like a ruler, shoot at your medulla
Man and get your bitch, she wanna suck
My dick, I knew it, man

Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Want war

Come down your block like thunder, thunder
Thunder i just bought ten guns and
Ten pounds and ten mansions
Come through dunkin' shit, Kevin Durant
Lebron-in'
But you like to Twitter beef, pussy
How you warrin'? Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'? How you warrin'?
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Boy don't want war pussy boy don't want war
Boy don't want war pussy boy don't want war
Don't want war pussy boy
Don't want war want war, want war
Nigga f*ck your mama
She should've wore a condom
Boy don't want it pussy boy don't want it
Pussy boy pussy boy
Pussy boy pussy boy

Nigga f*ck your mama
She should've wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari
Burning off this rubber niggas undercover
So you know I can't trust them
I be smoking earth, boy, you be smoking bubba
The bitch like Benihana's
Took that bitch to McDonald's
I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas
If you want some beef, boy
I won't be your farmer
I might be your father
Ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge tryna lock me up
'cause my pee look darker
But that ain't gon' solve nothin'
Weed solve my problem
Guns for my armor, nigga, f*ck security
Out the cut like barbers
Got niggas Forrest Gumpin'
Smoking on this Compton, but bitch
I'm in Chiraq
Where you disrespect me at, bitch
That's where you die at
All these f*cking lab rats
Now I got my mouse trap
Niggas wanna fake kick it
Wan' know where my house at
That life I ain't 'bout that
I'm 'bout pushing scalps back
Pull up on yo block, bitch
Let my niggas out that
Foreign car, clout that
I'm high off this Tooka pack
I'm high off this Aiki pack
I'm high off this Tu Tu pack
Smoking on that Jay Loud
Smoking on that FatHead
Run up on 4-6, leave a nigga flat dead
Shoot a 47, flying off like Batman
Boy, I got a bag, bitch
Put that bag on that head
I'm high off this Chief Keef
Got me feeling like Superman
That bitch called Chief Keef, "G"
Bitch I'm not no MuBu man
All these damn frenemies
I'm gon' call up PooPoo man
I got niggas in these streets, they
F*ck around and do you, man
I'm rich, hallelujah man, still
Got my toolie, man
F*ck with me
I'll f*ck around and screw your mans
Flexin' like a ruler, shoot at your medulla
Man and get your bitch, she wanna suck
My dick, I knew it, man

Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war
Want war

Come down your block like thunder, thunder
Thunder i just bought ten guns and
Ten pounds and ten mansions
Come through dunkin' shit, Kevin Durant
Lebron-in'
But you like to Twitter beef, pussy
How you warrin'? Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'? How you warrin'?
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Writer: Carlton Mays, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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