WVR KIDS (FT. LONDON VICE) ft. London Vice Lyrics

We at war now shit

Fight at sundown kids

Make em run lil shit

Make em run lil shit

We at war now shit

Fight at sundown kids

Make em run lil shit

Make em run lil shit

Bring the black benz round (Woo)

Chingy boy flexed now (Yea)

Deep in the biz (Wot)

Ay Elders spit (Yea)

Ay Friendly fiend (Ayy)

Ay Good son worse kid (Woah)

Ay Hindered my own shit (Yea)

Im done lets begin

I've got suicidal tendency

Emotions flow like Hennessey

Girl told me let em bleed

In a war cause of her you see

Fighting to the death cause I need her approval

Venomous lust, who cares it's cooler

Can't these red flags eyes getting poorer yea

Blood in my eyes

Clear nose smell lies

But the smell that she gives, my mindset bye

Fight in a ring for her my wife

Hack another opp with a butcher knife

Make my opps gone like hocus pocus

Got a voice yelling

Focus focus

SANG focus

We at war now shit

Fight at sundown kids

Make em run lil shit

Make em run lil shit

We at war now shit

Fight at sundown kids

Make em run lil shit

Make em run lil shit

I trust in my self

Most of the misery in the world

Were cause by Wars

And when the Wars were over

None ever knew what they were about

Loading up that chamber

Hit the red light like I'm Vader

Play bitches I'm gamer

Hell is where I'm gon take her

Sixty-nine no Favors

Piffing on them flavors

Waking up dem neighbors

Face unknown, dick famous

She wanna fuck me for my Status

Carry the metal nigga it's stainless

Smoking Cali dem Lakers

I stay billing Back strapping papers

Yo think we're safe cos a spud? you're fried

Still grab ya bag play hot potato

Think i'm nice cos I went to church

Still rob ya like then rob ya halo

Art like dali, and talk like llama

Ya body armor, it won't do nada

Deadbeats, paths... no, happily ever

Get stoned, pull out the ching, that's arthur

Blade out, so take a seat it's barbers

Cigs and larger, it's sticky carpets

Graffiti yard, is' the thrill we're after

Broken, glass 'em, domestics carparks

The sound of crumbling notes is the only ting I wanna hear

You just a bumbling oaf, and no one will notice you rip

We at war now shit

Fight at sundown kids

Make em run lil shit

Make em run lil shit

We at war now shit

Fight at sundown kids

Make em run lil shit

Make em run lil shit