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letra de pay you back - el bandito

[intro – additional vocals: sammaliz]

[verse 1: lil neekz]
i’ma pay you back cl!ck-cl!ck pow, watch it fade to black
i’ma lay it back, lightsaber slay the track no challenge
jimmy fallon, late night -ss-ssin, intergalactic like tim allen
galaxy quest, valerie west, fatality would you rather be next?
back with the tek wit stavanger’s best
call up the navy, bulletproof vests
reality check, pay these debts with ya flesh
as we cut off ya neck
north to the south to the east to the west
load up the wess’ no p-ssengers left
gone damage the rest got the hammer fist clenched
tommy lee jones a get your memory cleansed
neuralize the audience trajectory intense
purified godliness, apocalyptic mess
utilize the particles, demolishing what’s left
leave em exposed, yeah you already know
treat em like toads yeah we back on the road
mind of neekz inc. yeah we turn em to ghosts
minor leaks watch the blood seep out ya dome
fire chief put out the flames on your own
demented music bet we coming for your souls

[hook: el bandito]
grab ya gats, lock and load
all you foes, bout ta know
i’m colder than alaska’s ice freezing down your soul

grab ya gats, lock and load
all you foes, bout ta know
the cold-blooded soldier gone creep up in ya home

pay you back (give a f-ck!)
aiming gats (wh-ssup!)
blazing tracks (buck’a-buck!!)
better guess who’s back (yeah!!)

[verse 2: el bandito]
yeah, you m-th-f-ckas want it with demented music?
got the artillery, pretending that you stupid
move it, lose it, recognize ruthless
tyrant, mercenaries, h-llion cruel sh-t
fusing together, who say they better?
we comin’ thru with a gory vendetta
we ride forever and it’s bout ta be another
mothaf-cka dead up in the paper when we bout get the…
recognition, the compet-tion
need to k!ll ’em self with they awful writtens
spark the friction, my compositions
are brutal ’nuff but also make a m-th-f-cka’s head spin
stoppin’ this sh-t? you all get dealt with
enter this pit, leave you helpless
punching dead body bags all up in my studio
before i grab the microphone deliver my uzi flow

how it goes down…
with a little bit of slowdowns…
it’s the showdown
el bandito tearin’ up ya hometown…
you see smoke clouds, rest -ssure it’s on now
spittin’ rapid fire, more than you can mostly even pr-nounce
chea, it’s about to be a murder season on rap
when i gun on the track, straight snap on them m-th-f-ckas with the wolf pack
attack in formation, so guess who is back
paying my dues, so the f-cks up with you?
p-ssing the burner to neekz, it’s on you
collide with the vikings, we k!lling that trash
with every single penny when i pay you back

[hook: el bandito]
grab ya gats, lock and load
all you foes, bout ta know
i’m colder than alaska’s ice freezing down your soul

grab ya gats, lock and load
all you foes, bout ta know
the cold-blooded soldier gone creep up in ya home

pay you back (give a f-ck!)
aiming gats (wh-ssup!)
blazing tracks (buck’a-buck!!)
better guess who’s back (yeah!!)

- el bandito

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