Conejo

Conejo - Dirty Wars lyrics

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They are lame they get clapped in here
The terror dome, the psycho hear
With the pistol play thee official weight
Es un alto nivel todo esta por ver
Ese shoot out with the cops la placa se muere
They set ah barricade ahi se mueren
The sun went down so the sparks were clear
Classified information real
But cash come first is all that counts 
Stocking up my weapons for ah war that mounts
That's pressure, extreme the measure
This crates of ammo, are hidden treasure
I´m still fresher, when the track be rocking
Inner city C Rock is mobbing
Put in work, para mi cartel
The notorious comando porque estamos al cien
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars 
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars 
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars 
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars 
En esta vida, todo se vale
Un fojuto de negra, pa ventar me un jale
Preparativos pa una guerra sucia
No contaban con mi pinche astucia
Me involucre desde que estava morro
Dokesly Volk es mi apodo
Un gato que esta en la oscuridad
Con un chingo de pelones not giving ah fuck
Este dilema, will get you shot
Treinta tiros will make you stop
So peep this, acercate
Take that erre, y vengate
It's like ah book, that you reading
It suffocates your mind you lose your breathing
They call the swat intercept transmission
We route their location permanent vacation
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars 
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars 
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars 
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars 
Too much distraction my plans in action
The fire set and I gotta function
The garma eyes, surprise surprise
And realize I'm what you despise
Some dirty clothes some dirty whores
Toxic waste coming out my pores
So what's in store instrumental war
Blood shed in court knocking at my door
I'm ah crook, y yo rorgo bagos
20 out the top, es pa los gastos
In the track, cold metalist
I came in first with the iron fist
Quick sand, is how the crowd be feeling
C O N is with who you dealing
Gun slinging, it's my religion
I survive when it's ah fatal mission
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars 
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars 
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars 
Dirty wars dirty wars dirty wars this are dirty wars
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Language: English

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