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letra de fuckem - frayser boy

[verse 1: frayser boy]
i take the blunt to the head, blowing out a cloud of smoke
freyser brizzle, do the drizzle, villain shooting missiles out at folks
yeah, i represent the bay, you ain’t got a problem with it do ya?
keep it on the low, i got the work i could give it to ya
i’m doing real thangs, f-ck how you feel, man
if you still want it with me, then ho i’m still game
misunderstood n-ggas, so what you wanna do?
we can do it however, homie it’s on you
i say it to your face won’t talk around rap
catch me slippin i walk around strapped
i gotta act fast, i keep a black mask
i’m always driving i’m that n-gga on that track blast
it ain’t a thang changed still tryna maintain
i ain’t a flossy n-gga, i keep it plane jane
so what you on huh? my n-ggas going dumb
yo ass in the river whole way from home gone

[chorus: frayser boy]
got that liquor in my system i’m bout to get violent
mean muggin’ n-ggas, no it ain’t no smiling
if you don’t like me f-ck ’em
wanna fight me, f-ck ’em
put a [?] f-ck ’em
got no love for em f-ck ’em
got that liquor in my system i’m about to get vilant
mean muggin’ n-ggas, no it ain’t no smiling
if you don’t like me f-ck ’em
wanna fight me, f-ck ’em
put a [?] f-ck ’em
got no love for em f-ck ’em

[verse 2: project pat]
f-ck these, talking make me b-tches bring the pain
shut your ho ass walking stick your tone to your brain
you insane if you think imma let you still breathe
i got anna on my [?] with some tricks up my sleeve
imma blast on you ho give a d-mn who was lookin’
[?]
you was cookin’ up a scheme tryna put me in the thing
but the jokes on you [?]
spray his ass with the gat
beat him down to the pavement, squealing like a pig
my n-gga, i don’t save him, beat him like a b-tch
ain’t n0body tryna help ya what ya finna do?
[?] you and your crew
[?]
imma bout to bust on you boys, shoot you, shoot you’re dead
i love playin’ with them toys bout to bust a lead
and if you’re scared

[verse 3: frayser boy]
i got the shootin’ i can make a n-gga lean back
[?] mean tracks
i’m from the bay and i ain’t going and i mean that
i’m never running bruh, you know i gotta bring gats
see me at the club strapped, so n-gga what’s happening?
it’s me and project pat, so what the f-ck now?
these n-ggas deep and i know they wanna jump me
you let my hand go in my pants and that’s a done deed
ain’t nothing funny i’m serious bout life
i’m real paranoid n-gga, when i’m out nights
so what you thinking that i won’t use weapons? it’s whatever
these f-ck n-ggas out here 2 steppin’ with the devil
them suckers play hard, end up in the graveyard
i ain’t nothing n0ble with some n-ggas with some bravehearts
you better slow your roll please let your n-ggas know
best keep my name out your mouth, or imma have to show

- frayser boy

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