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Yung Wun Anthem
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特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Wun
Yung Wun
Performer
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Anderson
James Anderson
Composer
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Jack Marshall
Jack Marshall
Lyrics
Bob Mosher
Bob Mosher
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Eric McCain
Eric McCain
Co-Producer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Steve Conover
Steve Conover
Assistant Engineer

歌詞

Yeah yeah, fool Surface, what's that? The monster, the monster Yes, Yung Wun ATL, shawty Callin' all cars, callin' all cars Uh uh, Yung Wun is here Callin' all cars, callin' all cars Back up, back up, back up (We got a problem) Time and time again, I try to be on the good foot But niggas don't be giving me good look It's hard when you live the life as a crook I studied the good book It's just what I see that got me shook Mean mugs and cold stance take a nigga down And to make him fail, I'mma take it to your hair Lights out, closed casket, murder one Yung Wun come through wit a hunnid guns I live the life, y'all talk about it (What's up?) Don't make me come walk about it Everybody know my name 'cause I play in the streets Not cause I say I'm street, muthafucka All my niggas is dirty (We dirty, we dirty) All my niggas is thirsty (We thirsty, we thirsty) All my niggas is thugs (We thugs, we thugs) Now I don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck (Now get your hands up) My niggas is dirty (We dirty, we dirty) All my niggas is thirsty (We thirsty, we thirsty) All my niggas is thugs (We thugs, we thugs) Well, I don't give a fuck if y'all don't give a fuck They all tryin' to sound like Pac, I don't know why, hoe Sounding like Pac is a position you shouldn't try for They don't understand what he died for They tell lies, stole from mine folks, and take from they own folk That type of shit have me peepin' through the scope 'Cause you don't wanna show your face 'when it's a known place All of you waste once you take from me (Man) And I don't give a fuck what you think of me 'Cause what you think of me Ain't nothin' but a mere decision 'Til they ship my ass off to prison If I die, then death is a given If I live, let me enjoy livin' That's a wonderful feeling (Let's get dirty) All my niggas is dirty (We dirty, we dirty) All my niggas is thirsty (We thirsty, we thirsty) All my niggas is thugs (We thugs, we thugs) Well, I don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck (Now get your hands up) My niggas is dirty (We dirty, we dirty) All my niggas is thirsty (We thirsty, we thirsty) All my niggas is thugs (We thugs, we thugs) Well, I don't give a fuck if y'all don't give a fuck As a kid, I had no love for life Everything I thought was good, they said it wasn't right It doesn't matter, hustlers scatter Everyday from 12 in the ATL Love is lost like the wind blowing coke off the scale Tell me what's going on, two wrongs don't make a right But I know two holes in your dome will take your life I'm under pressure, shawty They coming after what I treasure What this thought looking, got me feeling clever, shawty This time next year, I'll be renting out yachts Yung Wun yacht masters, ship out blocks On my block Imma hand out glocks Sending niggas over the hill When the gun go pop, somebody get shot All my niggas is dirty (We dirty, we dirty) All my niggas is thirsty (We thirsty, we thirsty) All my niggas is thugs (We thugs, we thugs) I don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck (Now get your hands up) My niggas is dirty (We dirty, we dirty) All my niggas is thirsty (We thirsty, we thirsty) All my niggas is thugs (We thugs, we thugs) I don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck Full surface, baby Swizz Beatz Yung Wun Let's get dirty A-Town, where you at? Yeah, ain't ready for this one, shawty (Yeah) Yung Wun is here Jadakiss, Yung Wun is here Uh huh, Yung Wun is here He ain't never gonna stop Uh huh, bitch! How you love that? Full surface, y'all nervous Full surface, y'all nervous Full surface, y'all nervous Y'all nervous The monster, Yung Wun Oh my god, he's here! ATL, oh-oh-oh my gosh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Now let's ride on 'em Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, oh Now J, wreck it on 'em Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Yung Wun on 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah Full surface We ain't playin' Hell no Yeah, listen Y'all in trouble this year I swear, y'all in trouble this year Oh yeah, y'all in trouble this year I swear, y'all in trouble this year Let's go
Writer(s): Bob Mosher, Eric Mccaine, Jack Marshall, Kasseem Dean, James L. Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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