Letra da Música: Yung Wun Anthem - Yung Wun

Callin all cars, callin all cars, uh uh, yung wun in here
Callin all cars, callin all cars, back up, back up, back up(we gotta problem)
Time and time again, i try to be on the good foot
But ladies dont be given me good look
Its hard when you livin like us
I started the good book
Its just what i see that got me shook
Mean mugs and cold stance take a nigga down
And to make him fail, imma take it to you how
Lights out, closed casket, murder warn
Yung wun come through with the under grudge
And live the life, yung talk about it
Don't make beef, come walk about it
Everybody know my name because i play in the street
Not because i say i'm street, mutha fucker

[chorus:]
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Now i don't give a fuck, if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
All my niggas is star [?], [?]
Well i don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck

They all try to sound like pac,
I dont know why, hoe,
Sounding like pac is a position you should'nt try, fool,
They don't understand what they die for
And tell lies about black folk, and take from they own folk
That type of shit heavy poppin through the stove
Cause you dont wanna show your face
Cause its a known place
And i don't love her face when she take from me man
And i don't give a fuck what you think of me
Cause what you think of me is nothin but a mere descision
And they shipped my ass off ta prison
If i die than death is a given
And if i live let me enjoy living
Thats a wonderful feeling

[chorus x2]

As a kid i had no love for life
Everything i've done [?] they said it wasn't right
It doesn't matter huslters scatter
Everyday from 12 in the a-t-l
So love is like the wind blowing cold off the scale
Tell me whats going on
Two wrongs dont make it right
But i know two holes in your dome will take your life
Im on the prescious shorty
They coming after what i treasure
Its time we start renting out yachts
Yung wun yacht masters ship out blocks
Hold my block why'll i hand out glocks
Send the niggas over the hill
When they done, go pop somebody for show

[chorus x2]

A town where you at!

[random babble]