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letra de double dutch - fredo bang

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[intro]
yeah, i don’t know why that n-gga keep playin’ with that like he with it
(that me)

[verse 1]
you hear me comin’ through yo’ speakers, that’s a murder talk (grr)
might see me walkin’ with a limp ’cause that’s my murder rock
free pooh shiesty, i’m fish bowlin’ with a thirty bop (free shiesty)
know i’m not worried ’bout no n-gga, i’ll turn him off (yeah)
i might pop up in yo’ city just like [?] (yeah, yeah)
[?] take a shot at me, they say, “he’s bulletproof” (yeah, yeah)
i ride one deep up in my city, b-tch, i’ll bean at you
the first time that i shot that ar, now, my shoulder loose (fah, fah)
you know the drill, we get that at it, then, we come at them (yeah, yeah)
you say my namе, and bullets pop up, just like beatlеjuice (yeah, yeah)
you think it’s sweet? i got a ten right in my fruity loop (yeah, yeah)
i keep it g, might shoot your face, but, i won’t speak on you (fah)
[chorus]
f-ck it up (yeah), who wan’ f-ck with us
i be steppin’ on these n-ggas just like double dutch (yeah, yeah)
okay, he just got that dissin’, that’s another one (okay)
he just got us one, we tryna double up (okay)
f-ck it up (yeah), who wan’ f-ck with us
i be steppin’ on these n-ggas just like double dutch (grrr)
okay, he just got that dissin’, that’s another one (okay)
i, i, that n-gga dead, but, i still wan’ f-ck his face up (okay)

[verse 2]
told her bend it over, then i’m workin’ her (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’ma k!ll her p-ssy, call me, “murderer” (she call me, “murderer”)
if i pop a perky, know i’m servin’ her
can’t [?] my house, then take my d-ck, that b-tch a burglar
from the streets to the pen’, we playin’ [?]
real southside n-gga, always boomin’ things
ced got the drop, what you waitin’ for?
how the f-ck you diss the dead? now you hidin’

[refrain]
take yo’ neck, take yo’ neck, take yo’ neck
f-ck his b-tch, f-ck his b-tch, f-ck his b-tch
take yo’ neck, take yo’ neck, take yo’ neck
f-ck his b-tch, f-ck his b-tch, f-ck his b-tch
[chorus]
f-ck it up (yeah), who wan’ f-ck with us
i be steppin’ on these n-ggas just like double dutch (yeah, yeah)
okay, he just got that dissin’, that’s another one (okay)
he just got us one, we tryna double up (okay)
f-ck it up (yeah), who wan’ f-ck with us
i be steppin’ on these n-ggas just like double dutch (grrr)
okay, he just got that dissin’, that’s another one (okay)
i, i, that n-gga dead, but, i still wan’ f-ck his face up (okay)

[refrain]
take yo’ neck, take yo’ neck, take yo’ neck
f-ck his b-tch, f-ck his b-tch, f-ck his b-tch
take yo’ neck, take yo’ neck, take yo’ neck
f-ck his b-tch, f-ck his b-tch, f-ck his b-tch

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