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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Songwriter
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fuse 808 Mafia
Fuse 808 Mafia
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Boy don't want war)
(Pussy boy don't want war)
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
****, fuck your mama, she shoulda wore a condom
Boy don't want it, pussy boy don't want it
Pussy boy
Pussy boy
Pussy boy
Pussy boy
[Verse 4]
****, fuck your mama, she shoulda wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burnin' off this rubber
**** undercover, so you know I can't trust 'em
I be smokin' earth, boy, you be smokin' bubba
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 none, weed's not my problem
Guns for my armor, ****, fuck security
Out the cut like barbers, got **** Forrest Gumpin'
Smokin' on this Compton, but bitch, I'm in Chiraq
Where if you disrespect me at, bitch, that's where you die at
All these fuckin' lab rats, now I got my mouse trap
**** wanna fake kick, wonder where my house at
That life, I ain't 'bout that, I'm 'bout pushin' scalps back
Pull up on your block, bitch, let my **** 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 Tutu pack
Smokin' on that Jay Loud, smokin' on that FatHead
Run up on 46, leave a **** flat dead
Shoot a 47, flyin' off like Batman
Boy, I got a bag, bitch, put that bag on that head
I'm high off this Chief Keef, got me feelin' like Superman
That bitch called Chief Keef "G", bitch, I'm not no Mubu man
All these damn frenemies, I'm gon' call the poo-poo man
I got **** in these streets, they fuck around and do you, man
I'm rich, hallelujah, man, still got my toolie, man
Fuck with me, I'll fuck 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
[Verse 5]
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
Boy don't want war
[Verse 6]
Come down your block like thunder, thunder, thunder
I just bought ten guns and ten pounds in ten months
Come through dunkin' shit, Kevin Durant, Lebronin'
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'?
Written by: Keith Cozart
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