Chords for Quadeca x Dax - War! (Official Music Video)

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[Eb] These shoes are from Christian Dior
[Bbm] Not [Eb] a kid anymore
Look at what I did to the store what [Bbm] I did.
They don't [Ebm] make this anymore
[Eb] Then I make shit like this anymore
[Bbm] We gonna try [Ebm] that this best be sure
[Eb] Turn it up rappers this shit a chore
Yeah, if you want war then it's war bitch
You ain't a part of this, these are my artifice, I put my heart in this, look where [Bb] I started
I ain't need a certificate, I been a starter since in kindergarten and who are you harder than?
You are not harder than me
I turn my numbers I'm harder to reach, I turn my pages I'm harder to reach, say you know me but I find it hard to believe
Oh, sorry I'm not nice, they like [Bbm] he just came through with some new, but these shit [Eb] is off-white
They all be buggin when I go up, I'm from the top like I got lights
I turn [Bb] this shit freaky Friday, I'ma make you think you in the wrong light
You in the wrong light bitch, media painted a wrong light, hard to hide up in the spotlight
She do anything for me, I'm a clown like bitch, I live two lives and I'm online offline everything on the line
Fuck all the clout, this is not about a dollar sign, bottom line that shit the bottom line, put up [Eb] you sit saying nothing
Just like you forgot your lines
Cheers, I'm from Christian Dior, huh?
Yeah, I'm not a kid anymore, huh?
Yes, look at what I did to the store, what I did, they don't make this anymore, huh?
Gotta make shit like this anymore, they do not, if you gonna try that, this best be sure, huh?
Turn it up rappers, this shit a choice, [Bbm] if you want [Eb] war then it's war bitch
Niggas want beef, put it in the caption, niggas [Bb] want tweet, never about rapping
I was in the trap when they asked [Eb] me what happened, I gripped on the text for the man and I rapped
What I said when he panicked, blood on my shirt, yeah new fashion
Just bought a whip and I'm renting a mansion, flex on a bitch and I pop her the sanga
One shot and you dead, HB, two pants, the last nigga cause I always got mad
Two free throws, two shots, one chest, one T ahead
[Bbm] 911 speed [Eb] dial man down, that's what I said
Who you [Bb] know was a janitor when he got rich, copped a whip, took the pill [Bb] off the lot
Who you know be a [Ebm] thug who will murder a nigga, then talk to him like [Bb] Barack
Who you know got a jumper like Curry and dunk on a nigga like Shaq on the block
Who you know got a, you don't know nobody
She was up from [Eb] Christian Dior, huh, yeah
I'm not a kid anymore, huh, yeah
Look at what I did to the store, what I [Bbm] did
They don't make [Eb] this anymore, huh
Gonna make shit like this anymore, they need [Bbm] men
If you gonna try that, [Ebm] this best be sure, [Eb] huh
Clean it up rappers, this shit a chore
[Bbm] If you want [Eb] war, then it's war, bitch
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