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letra de go to war - yungeen gang

[intro: yungeen ace]
don’t want to go to war
don’t want to go to war, ooh, ooh
don’t want to go to war, don’t want to go to war

[chorus: yungeen ace]
don’t want to go to war with me
boy we gon’ sw-ng where you sleep
when it’s pressure b-tch we creep
don’t want to go to war with me
mamas cryin’, n-gg-s dyin’
it’s whatever when you comin’ for me
don’t want to go to war with me
boy we gon’ sw-ng where you sleep
when it’s pressure b-tch we creep
don’t want to go to war with me
mamas cryin’, n-gg-s dyin’
it’s whatever when you comin’ for me
don’t want to go to war with me

[verse 1: trigga romo]
this sh-t get real, you play get k!lled
hop out the mazda with that cutter, pop ’em like a pill
thirty shots up in this glock so n-gg- hold that
you f-ck around and even buck, you gettin’ your soul sn-tched, your soul sn-tched

[verse 2: dee dinero]
this ain’t no game, thirty let it hang, chief keef, we go bang
i was blinded by all of the faith
f-ck how you comin’, n-gg- poppin’ your braids
you thought it was on you, you thought it was safe
i’m touchin’ these n-gg-s like they was the base
i’m spinnin’ your block like i go to the safe
the glock in your face like my b-tch with some mace

[verse 3: trigga romo]
i catch a case, stay in your place, i take your face
catch you slippin, spray you down like mace, yeah like mace
i won’t stop ’til i’m up there at the top
if you f-ck around with that fetty then i swear you gon’ get popped (and that’s for sure)

[verse 4: dee dinero]
we got glocks and k’s
i don’t drink but we got shots for days
donuts, leave ’em glazed
you stay where you’re coppin’ it
we gon’ pull up at your place, dirt face
f-ck that n-gg- like third base, yeah
we got glocks, we swingin’ sh-t like ali
no face, no case, no id

[verse 5: flip tha yungeen]
when it’s beef, n-gg- that’s somethin’ you don’t want
be when them youngins tie you up and throw your -ss in the trunk
it ain’t no callin’ off the smoke once it’s up in the air
so if you p-ssy and you know it, b-tch i wouldn’t even dare

[verse 6: ?]
two two threes jumpin’ out the tree, flippin’ sh-t like trampoline
ain’t stoppin’ ’til there’s blood on his tee
red rum, b-tch it’s murder when it’s beef
all my youngins play for keeps
spin his block, it’s on repeat
‘nother few now he deceased

[verse 7: flip tha yungeen]
this sh-t get wicked in the ‘ville when youngins totin’ them cutters
when it get gutter, ain’t no question i’ma ride for my brother
if you don’t rock with the gang, off top i’m feelin’ like f-ck you
i’m on that f-ck a n-gg- sh-t, n-gg- play, he in trouble, gang

[verse 8: ?]
catch him lackin’ on the backstreet
knock him out his shoes, take all of his jewels
shawty order, new game over
and no we cannot be people and they speak
remember how i’m on the knees
duckin’ bullets, hide and seek

[outro: yungeen ace]
don’t want to go to war, don’t want to go to war
don’t want to go to war with me

- yungeen gang

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