
ترانه و شعر با صدای Freddie Dredd
Where you stay at? Busta', lay back I got a problem when you reachin', pussy, take that You talkin' all this fuckin' shit, you pull up rockin' with a stick You better pull that trigger, bitch, you fuckin' with the devil, kid
All that beef, I want that, homie, give me everything you got I see you shakin' in your boots, I know you love to fuckin' talk You run your mouth, you got it, murder product Bust my piece, I fuckin' shot it Fuckin' miss, I'm fuckin' pissed, you drop that gat, now get your bag Runnin' for your life You think the Freddie took that easily? Now quickly, you better get to sprintin', took that to the heart Head start while I load my gat up, gotta make it far Red dot, aim it at your head, can't wait to see ya' dead
Speedy motherfucker cannot beat the fuckin' bullet Ain't no time to waste, better pick up the pace Who you think you fucking fooling with a bullet in your skull? The bullet catch 'em all, watch the bodies fuckin' fall Speedy motherfucker cannot beat the fuckin' bullet Ain't no time to waste, better pick up the pace Who you think you fucking fooling with a bullet in your skull? The bullet catch 'em all, watch the bodies fuckin' fall
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