Closure, I don't think I'm getting f*cking closer
Exposure, getting really hard to keep composure Self-paid, self-made, motherf*ckers wanna pray
War bonds and war funds, got these bitches that wanna play
War boys got no competition, warship made the right decision
Call me Dr. Mori, made a deep incision with a vision
Now I'm bumping coast to coast, raise a glass and call it toast
Don't mean to brag or boast, but every day I'm seeing ghosts
Weather getting hotter, yeah, changing of the season
Sun got my brow sweating, skin red like a demon
Shawty got a two-piece, damn girl, full figure
Too bad she a side piece and a gold digger
Lemonade and malt liquor, 7-Eleven, city slicker
Warship be so greedy with the bread, call us penny pinchers
Life be so good, warship want the finer things
Fast cars, bad bitches, and a couple silver rings
Shawty's eyes gleaming, shawty's eyes beaming
Drop top roof, yeah, always got her cheesing
Shawty's eyes gleaming, shawty's eyes beaming
Drop top roof, yeah, always got her cheesing
Long gone the days from pushing the beater
Cause when I pulled up in the chally, she changed the whole demeanor
4-4-5 on the hip next to Nina
Warship bouta hit a lick, watch be Marina
I was riding around high, got that nine by my side
Hit you two-time if you step out of line
Remember old days, going half on a dime
Bitches stay glazing, saying SVMBO is mine
Now I'm popping two blues, I can feel it hit my spine
Got some new money, so warship never bummy
Saying I'm a lick, then come and take it from me
Chilling with your bitch, she always call me honey
Pulling out the nine, you know these niggas running
Laid back, pulling up, sprite with Robitussin
Cutting off that bitch, if she keep on fussing
Pulled off, you know my trunk was thumping
Bright blue skies, bright blue eyes
Big ass forehead, shawty's on my mind
I think we align, cause the love's unrefined
Looking both ways, cause she got me out of line
Running out of time, never do the things I want
Some days I want the love but money takes the forefront
Last name Goldstein, Jewish like the old times
Hit the waitress, $100 bill, she don't know it's fake
Self-paid, self-made, motherf*ckers wanna pray
War bonds and war funds, got these bitches that wanna play
Remember old days, going half on a dime
Bitches stay glazing, saying SVMBO is mine
Now I'm running out of time, never do the things I want
Some days I want the love of money takes the forefront
Lemonade and malt liquor, 7-Eleven City slicker
Warship be so greedy with the bread, call us penny pinchers
Fast cars, bad bitches, and a couple silver rigs
Chilling with your bitch, she always call me honey
Hit the waitress, $100 bill, she don't know it's fake
Don't mean to break a boast, but every day I'm seeing ghosts
Moritz - WESTSIDEWARSHIP (feat. SVMBO & SLVM) Lyrics
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Closure, I don't think I'm getting f*cking closer
Exposure, getting really hard to keep composure Self-paid, self-made, motherf*ckers wanna pray
War bonds and war funds, got these bitches that wanna play
War boys got no competition, warship made the right decision
Call me Dr. Mori, made a deep incision with a vision
Now I'm bumping coast to coast, raise a glass and call it toast
Don't mean to brag or boast, but every day I'm seeing ghosts
Weather getting hotter, yeah, changing of the season
Sun got my brow sweating, skin red like a demon
Shawty got a two-piece, damn girl, full figure
Too bad she a side piece and a gold digger
Lemonade and malt liquor, 7-Eleven, city slicker
Warship be so greedy with the bread, call us penny pinchers
Life be so good, warship want the finer things
Fast cars, bad bitches, and a couple silver rings
Shawty's eyes gleaming, shawty's eyes beaming
Drop top roof, yeah, always got her cheesing
Shawty's eyes gleaming, shawty's eyes beaming
Drop top roof, yeah, always got her cheesing
Long gone the days from pushing the beater
Cause when I pulled up in the chally, she changed the whole demeanor
4-4-5 on the hip next to Nina
Warship bouta hit a lick, watch be Marina
I was riding around high, got that nine by my side
Hit you two-time if you step out of line
Remember old days, going half on a dime
Bitches stay glazing, saying SVMBO is mine
Now I'm popping two blues, I can feel it hit my spine
Got some new money, so warship never bummy
Saying I'm a lick, then come and take it from me
Chilling with your bitch, she always call me honey
Pulling out the nine, you know these niggas running
Laid back, pulling up, sprite with Robitussin
Cutting off that bitch, if she keep on fussing
Pulled off, you know my trunk was thumping
Bright blue skies, bright blue eyes
Big ass forehead, shawty's on my mind
I think we align, cause the love's unrefined
Looking both ways, cause she got me out of line
Running out of time, never do the things I want
Some days I want the love but money takes the forefront
Last name Goldstein, Jewish like the old times
Hit the waitress, $100 bill, she don't know it's fake
Self-paid, self-made, motherf*ckers wanna pray
War bonds and war funds, got these bitches that wanna play
Remember old days, going half on a dime
Bitches stay glazing, saying SVMBO is mine
Now I'm running out of time, never do the things I want
Some days I want the love of money takes the forefront
Lemonade and malt liquor, 7-Eleven City slicker
Warship be so greedy with the bread, call us penny pinchers
Fast cars, bad bitches, and a couple silver rigs
Chilling with your bitch, she always call me honey
Hit the waitress, $100 bill, she don't know it's fake
Don't mean to break a boast, but every day I'm seeing ghosts
Exposure, getting really hard to keep composure Self-paid, self-made, motherf*ckers wanna pray
War bonds and war funds, got these bitches that wanna play
War boys got no competition, warship made the right decision
Call me Dr. Mori, made a deep incision with a vision
Now I'm bumping coast to coast, raise a glass and call it toast
Don't mean to brag or boast, but every day I'm seeing ghosts
Weather getting hotter, yeah, changing of the season
Sun got my brow sweating, skin red like a demon
Shawty got a two-piece, damn girl, full figure
Too bad she a side piece and a gold digger
Lemonade and malt liquor, 7-Eleven, city slicker
Warship be so greedy with the bread, call us penny pinchers
Life be so good, warship want the finer things
Fast cars, bad bitches, and a couple silver rings
Shawty's eyes gleaming, shawty's eyes beaming
Drop top roof, yeah, always got her cheesing
Shawty's eyes gleaming, shawty's eyes beaming
Drop top roof, yeah, always got her cheesing
Long gone the days from pushing the beater
Cause when I pulled up in the chally, she changed the whole demeanor
4-4-5 on the hip next to Nina
Warship bouta hit a lick, watch be Marina
I was riding around high, got that nine by my side
Hit you two-time if you step out of line
Remember old days, going half on a dime
Bitches stay glazing, saying SVMBO is mine
Now I'm popping two blues, I can feel it hit my spine
Got some new money, so warship never bummy
Saying I'm a lick, then come and take it from me
Chilling with your bitch, she always call me honey
Pulling out the nine, you know these niggas running
Laid back, pulling up, sprite with Robitussin
Cutting off that bitch, if she keep on fussing
Pulled off, you know my trunk was thumping
Bright blue skies, bright blue eyes
Big ass forehead, shawty's on my mind
I think we align, cause the love's unrefined
Looking both ways, cause she got me out of line
Running out of time, never do the things I want
Some days I want the love but money takes the forefront
Last name Goldstein, Jewish like the old times
Hit the waitress, $100 bill, she don't know it's fake
Self-paid, self-made, motherf*ckers wanna pray
War bonds and war funds, got these bitches that wanna play
Remember old days, going half on a dime
Bitches stay glazing, saying SVMBO is mine
Now I'm running out of time, never do the things I want
Some days I want the love of money takes the forefront
Lemonade and malt liquor, 7-Eleven City slicker
Warship be so greedy with the bread, call us penny pinchers
Fast cars, bad bitches, and a couple silver rigs
Chilling with your bitch, she always call me honey
Hit the waitress, $100 bill, she don't know it's fake
Don't mean to break a boast, but every day I'm seeing ghosts
Writer: Xavier Koerner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid