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War Pain

Omelly, Meek Mill12 Jan 2017

War Pain Lyrics


War Pain - Omelly/Meek Mill

Location Toronto


Status five star hotel Four Seasons


Them chumps right upstairs

They know not to come down here playin' no real niggas


Mood I'm still up countin' five hundred thousand cash


Nicki in the bedroom sleep life is good


I've been in my cell for a week straight


Locked down 24 no more Philip's Steak


Damn sh*t's so real it seems fake


Damn let me take 'em to the green gate


When we was sellin' white girl


Audemar shinin' like it need a light bill


These niggas dick ride like they don't even like girls


A hundred thousand for the jet yeah that's the flight bill


Damn cost four bricks to go to the LIV ni**a


Whole squad on some sh*t that's how we live ni**a


Twentyfive bad b**ches what we did ni**a


That's fifty different Louboutins bleedin' red ni**a


Whew I ain't blood and I ain't crippin' neither


On the phone with the plug talkin' Justin Bieber


I made a milly last week and I ain't touch it neither


Straight cash tryna give 'em straight gas


Catch you out in Brooklynget your chain tookin'


My Philly boys'll creep up on you when you ain't lookin'


With your lil memesI be with the real queen

Screamin' free the real Premewe be doin' real things

Pull up with a bad b**ch whippin' somethin' real mean

Marchin' all these f**kin' drums on me like a drill team

I be with my young niggas all they know is kill things


Don't make me make a real scene uh


See an OVO chain probably take that sh*t


Said dreamin' wasn't enough we had to chase that sh*t


You ain't write it' ni**a we caught ya can't erase that sh*t

And you claimin' you HOV now

Why you state that sh*t


Man I hate that sh*t niggas be talkin' out they face

But soon as you body somethin' they be singin' like they Drake


Wait niggas dancin' like they fruitcakes


Hotline Bling don't get no bing up in this new Wraith

Pull up on the plug swap that bag with the suitcase


DC 4 on the way that's ni**a's due date


Robbed you in your city and you told


Tory from the 6 you hatin' on him Lord knows


Culture vulture now it's time to pay the tolls

Soft as the lacrosse team boy that's word to HOV


No reply word to God I'm on the floor still


Me and Nicki watchin' the Sixers I'm closin' more deals


Dreamchasers' double MG we got the door sealed

Roc Nation Atlantic Records I'm on my fourth deal


When I met you you was on my dick

Asked me to hold the DC chain now you on some sh*t

Omelly told me get it back cause he's like boy's a b**ch

And I'm like let him get it took cause we gon' charge 'em trips


F**k boy huh charge you triple the way this real ni**a stamp


Chasers ahh


Location Philly


Mood Glock with 30


Status triple OG


Never been disrespected without retaliation chump


I've been in the hood for like a year straight

Sippin' dirty it be hard for me to stand straight


Damn it's time to cut the dead weight


I'm tryna turn my CLS into a red Wraith


When I was sellin' hard crack you was scared straight


I dropped 9 and bought the Rollie with the red face


Meek the one that got the mil the one that got the deal


I'm still lampin' with the shooters and they poppin' pills

These niggas like to rap diss they get popped for real

It's time to son these p**sy rappers I'm their pop for real

I'm the type to f**k your mom cause she's a thot for real


And I ain't got one my pump playin' shot gun


Quarter back that Glock Cam Newtonand you catch a hot one


And for the fam I'll keep shootin' until the cops come


Reload double back hold up cause I got one


Official only respect official and you are not one


No we are not them we be on some other sh*t

Deep in them trenches duckin' narcotics and the government

Tracin' the dollar flippin' that product tryna double sh*t

Chewing like it's double mint

Man who you niggas f**kin' with


Hah hey Meek Mill man

I'mma start running down on these niggas too


Real rap these niggas soft and they frauds check DC record ni**a

We flaw less any ni**a stepped up to the f**kin' plate got rolled over


I ain't just talkin' to be talkin' ni**a check the resume


How many times we got to f**k the city up

For you niggas to pay homage


F**k you niggas talking about ni**a

Slide through 20 deep


I'm talkin' about

7 Rolls Royces 3 Maybachs 20 Rollies 30 Cubans


25 bad b**ches 25 Chanel bags 6 Caddie trucks jumbo jets


Stop playin' ni**a we came from nothin'


***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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