Warrior Songtext
von Young Thug feat. MPA Wicced

I live my life just like a warrior
And I′m a motherfucking warrior
I live my life just like a warrior
And I'm a motherfucking warrior
I creep silent, I creep silent, I creep silent
I creep silent, I creep silent
I creep silent, I creep silent
I creep silent, I creep silent, I creep silent


And I′m a motherfucking warrior according to the score
The [?] in there, your ho in there, your bro in there
After [?] that was so much weed you got to mow in there
We took em out, he had more in there
Kicked him up his ass with Jimmy Cha and Jimmy Cho in there
Bitches see me in that Honda Chevy, want my digits
Want my ticket, they can't get it
Thinking nothing but these kitties
It's impatient in the city got me frigid, but I′m getting it
It ain′t only [?], spot that beat and [?]
Get the bags out the trash can, see too much weed I'm gon spaz
Shotgun nino mash, YSL swag
Rock clad, I′m gon take his ass
One cap out no pass
[?] too bad, RIP to [?], free my nigga Nash

I live my life just like a warrior, I know that nigga up to something
He standing in the cold with no coat, catch a dime bag with an O and wipe your nose
Stay cold cause that pole on his throat
Hit the jeweler, leave out froze, my diamond blacker than coal
Her pussy dripping, all my pimping
I'm a hippy, know she with it
All the [?] fuck up your city, my diamond′s bleeding, Wicced's pissing
We going in just like [?], she on the stage showing her kitty
Thug tattooed on her titty, I look like a ton of midgets
Speaking of midgets, got a [?] if you want it, I′ll go get it
Make one phone call to the [?], they gon pull up right here with it
We not worried bout no jacking, that's a ticket, no lieutenant
You know DK gonna squeeze it till it's empty


I live my life just like a warrior, my skin read like Seminoles
Speaking of red, my [?] sponsored by red bottom
These bitches want everybody, my whole crew they got problems
They [?], they gon kill that, we can′t stop them
We just looking like the [?] in the club, they know we got it
Hit the club looking like Pac, we got muscles just like rocket
Got all of these bitches [?] for my bosses, plus your posse look like pasta
We don′t beat em, we gon eat em, we gon feed em to these divas
Yeah these divas run with heaters, senorita, hasta la vista
They two piece ya, then they leave, for your maker, know I need her
But I'm baker, [?] pieces, what I′m making, [?] cheetahs
I got acres sitting on acres, motherfucker