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letra de sweatback (go to war) - yung exile da scum king

[intro 1]
these are the prices we pay. we’ve found success at what cost?

[verse 1 – yung exile]
so you a big man bragging ’bout that big cash?
sh-t, you let that money talk? i’mma c-ck that sh-t back
mane, this sh-t a big glock, big mac, big blast
some ochre b-tch, he want me dead
oh, what, he f-cking big mad?
hate to see me coming, stunting, sh-tting on your big plans
a wolf inside the pig pen, devour pets and children, motherf-cker
i’m your boogeyman, see you in your dreams again
billy f-cking krueger, b-tch, until i’m f-cking sediment
huh, mane, sh-t get crazy in the city
b-tch, i put that on my soul, y’all never seen a boy this pretty
steady marching like a soldier, call me sweatback when you see me
f-cking wetback got that sh-t on, got that drip like water, fiji, b-tch
wish you could be mе (sh-t)

[interlude]
b-b-b-big man, big man
c-crazy- crazy in the city
b-b-b-big man, big man
see me coming, stunting, sh-tting on yo-
b-b-b-big man, big man
c-crazy- crazy in the city
b-b-b-big man, big man
see me coming, stunting, sh-tting on yo-
b-b-b-big man, big man
c-crazy- crazy in the city
b-b-b-big man, big man
see me coming, stunting, sh-tting on yo-
b-b-b-big man, big man
c-crazy- crazy in the city
b-b-b-big man, big man
see me- (gunshot)
[intro 2]
50,000 feet in the air, my feet firmly planted on the ground. weep not for me. high power

[verse 2 – yung exile]
f-ck a deliverance
if god isn’t coming, i doubt that hе will
then i got a plan and a mission, listen:
the folks in authority f-cking the population
over power and pension
they feed on the fear and the ignorance
they want our total obedience
f-ck it, so grab all the guns and the people
and march on the capitol steeple, let’s make it even
freedom illusion ain’t no longer relevant
call me a heretic, they never gave a sh-t
watching a father lose a son
mother lose a daughter, brother lose a brother
though i cannot stand to see another innocent body dropping or a family mourning their only child
the only solution is going wild and becoming the latin-american animal y’all wanna paint us as
hate for the sake it, f-cking instigator
poking the bear in the ass, y’all got no class
so put me in armor and make me a martyr
i’ll die, it’s an honor, b-tch
we, the people, are sick and tired, motherf-cker
how long can you fight this sh-t?

- yung exile da scum king

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