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letra de fear me - dudeylo

[intro]
every f-ckin’ track, you heard?
yo, lucas, you heard?
shot after f-cking shot, n-gga
n-ggas know what we do, n-gga
hardheaded, baby
[on the eastside is true?], n-gga, word to bro, n-gga

[chorus]
seen an opp on his block, started stalkin’ him (like, what?)
the drac burnin’ my hand and it’s hawkin’ him (come here)
big gun, word to bro, this sh-t talk to him (where he goin’?)
it’s his time, i think jesus is callin’ him
f-ck that, hollows, they jackin’ his body (like)
he got a statement, was talkin’ to cops
like, how could you say you my opp?
it’s almost four years since glen was in a box
“83rd, no l’zzz,” stop it
word to bro, y’all took multiple losses
i-i-i tried to chill but nay benz must’ve lost it (she a b-tch)
all that dissin’ she do is gon’ cost ’em
but they know who put kal on the tv (like, what?)
we on thе s tryna go for the repeat, likе
i catch a dyk-, it’s a dv
(part of me meant to say it’s a petey)
[verse]
f-ck the s though, i’m tryna go to courtlandt
i’m tryna see who be talkin’
if he got what we like, then we on him (ogz)
yellow tape when we step, leave him crawlin’ (ogzk)
you get the message? i’m tryna say that these n-ggas is babies (come here)
they don’t want me to visit with tracy
baow, baow, baow, word to bro, i go crazy (look)
now, we back in harlem (come here)
first stop, we in drew
they gon’ act but they know what we do
we had them grievin’ and lightin’ balloons
word to my dead, if all of y’all knew what i knew (like, what?)
if all of y’all see what i seened (where you goin’?)
if all of y’all knew what that mean (we givin’ ’em belt)
put the belt on they ass like they parents
i made a vow to my gun like it’s marriage (for life)
that’s my brother, we sharin’
we gon’ go every time with no carin’
we don’t care who they with, we gon’ chance it
bro in the g, i kept flarin’
bro in my ear, i can’t hear him
[?] a [?], why the f-ck would i fear him?

[chorus]
seen an opp on his block, started stalkin’ him (come here)
the drac’ burnin’ my hand and it’s hawkin’ him (where he goin’?)
big gun, word to bro, this sh-t talk to him
it’s his time, i think jesus is callin’ him
f-ck that, hollows, they jackin’ his body (like, what?)
he got a statement, was talkin’ to cops
like, how can you say you my opp?
it’s almost four years since glen was in a box
83rd, no l’zzz, stop it
word to bro, y’all took multiple losses
i-i-i tried to chill but nay benz must’ve lost it (she a b-tch)
all that dissin’ she do is gon’ cost ’em (like, what?)
but they know who put kal on the tv (like, who?)
we on the s tryna go for the repeat, like
i catch a dyk-, it’s a dv
part of me meant to say it’s a petey (baow, baow, baow)
[outro]
every f-ckin’ track, n-gga

- dudeylo

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