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lirik lagu yung wun - load 'em up

[intro: yung wun]

it’s another one
that’s right, motherf-cka
it ain’t over, you can bob ya head to this sh-t
it’s all dark [?] around here
what! b-tch n-gga! yeah shawty!

[chorus: yung wun]

load ’em up, let’s ride
somebody’s gonna die
load ’em up, let’s ride
somebody’s gonna die
load ’em up, let’s ride
somebody’s gonna die
why?

[verse 1: yung wun]

i’m coming straight up out the hood n-gga
you can ask anybody, who got the guns n-gga?
i play around with big guns and f-ck nuns
on a daily basis, i bet you think i’m crazy
living life in this fast lane, coming up in this cat’s game
hugging the glock, sipping yak mane
i know a lot of n-ggas warned/wondered[?] about me
how i be, where i be, at 19, man f-ck it
what i got i worked hard for
nine motherf-ckin years i done starve for this rap sh-t, (that’s right)
now n-ggas got it locked like vice grips
and you know a bike rip, so a n-gga might flip
i got an overdose of game to give out, (but shawty)
but n-ggas act so funny i just don’t speak out
it can be what you make it, get it how you take it
i’mma break your billboard and replace it

[chorus x2: yung wun]

[verse 2: taronda hamilton]

that n-gga like so special, it’s kinda hard for me to speak
you see this sh-t right now, it’s kinda hard for me to preach
they say the good die young, but that’s the only thing i read
but they [?] bustin my guns, and to that n-gga that [?]
i hear parole’s in three weeks, i heard your brother’s a mother
at the store with them gutters, slinging rocks to them clubbers
ten years a mother, got her fine and clever
i’m gonna make your family feel what we feel forever
got me p-ssed as ever, on that sh-t so tell ’em
that b-tch is sick with that cl1ck with rap sheets of felons
aim my nine to your melon, b-tch i snipe you who tellin’
revenge my friend meet your friend lucifer the devil
retaliation i’m dwelling, i know i’m going to h-ll and
i know this sh-t got me twisted but i’m scarred for ever
my brother’s life was precious and b-tch you took it so selfish
b-tch be careful ’bout big weapons, little sister gonna getcha

[chorus x2: yung wun]

[verse 3: yung wun]

i command respect, so hop your -ss back in that fed
motherf-cka love is love, they don’t cash no cheques
while you’re waiting for your mans to supply you with grams
i’m in the dirty south bangin’ n-ggas up cos i can
get to the money, lay low with stacks of fifties and hundreds
and a ground bag of c0ke for the n-ggas i’m frontin’
and they ain’t got to pop it, i got a trigger for that
if you really want war, i got n-ggas for that
i stay in the streets, in touch, ready to reach
with a city full of dogs that ready to eat
all it takes is a phone call, that’s your downfall
if you owe me any money, i want it all
i told n-ggas this day would come
but i never really thought this day would come
’til n-ggas ran in my crib, beat up my old lady
while i was hustlin’ in the ville
sh-t got real

[chorus x4: yung wun]

[outro: yung wun]

why it even got to be that way?
(be that way, be that way, be that way, why?)
we don’t walk in these streets that way
(streets that way, streets that way, streets that way, why?)
y’all n-ggas still runnin’ off at your mouth
(off at your mouth, why?)
huh, yung wun
load ’em up, c-ck ’em back, let’s ride

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