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letra de free thug - fredo bang

[intro]
(hardbody)

[verse 1]
okay, these n-ggas be tellin’
n-ggas rather see you locked than see you pop, i ain’t tryna be friendly
they tryna make new friends, i don’t want no part, keep on mindin’ my business
nine time out of ten, n-gga hatin’, tryna play with my top
grr, bring that chop
we standin’ on business, you get caught in the middle if you throwin’ the cross
drop a lil’ bag, we gon’ turn up the city, tell ’em, “bring me his head, i don’t care what it cost” (fah, fah)
hit him in the face if he talkin’ that sh-t, he was sendin’ them threats, so it ain’t my fault (grr)
word ’round town, n-gga really get down
got patterns in the city from the north to the south
askin’ ’bout an opp, i’ma play that sh-t cool, but in pеrson, it’s pressure, i don’t wanna talk (b-tch)
grab me a rеntal, i’ma tint out the windows and they can’t see the plate ’cause i’m takin’ it off
free spinna mitch, he gon’ jugg him a b-tch, you gon’ learn what it is when you play with that soft
i’m f-ckin’ his ho just to get in his head, every chance that i get, i’ma spit in her mouth
talk out your head, then you losin’ your legs, i don’t wanna hear sh-t that you know what that’s ’bout
[chorus]
these n-ggas just don’t know how to quit
i say, these n-ggas just don’t know how to quit
they like to love you when you down, but they hate when you’re rich
they wanna take me off the map, but i’m too legit

[verse 2]
okay, n-ggas be hatin’, they mad i made it
white girl up and that’s a bad lil’ baby
dissin’ on the ‘gram, n-ggas givin’ out cases
could’ve had me then, too bad you waited
new h-llcat that i got off a plug
‘nother half a mill’ that i got out the mud
even with the hate, i’ma show a lil’ love
rappin’ ain’t a crime, tell ’em, “free young thug”
n-ggas be tellin’
n-ggas be tellin’, tell a n-gga, “free lil’ melly”
tell ’em, “free yoshi”
youngin slingin’ iron and a n-gga like ox off belly
my lil’ n-ggas be steppin’ (shh)
keep it on hush, we ain’t doin’ no reppin’
put an opp down, get reckless (huh)
i’ma get it done, you could bet it
clutchin’ this glock, i was beefin’ with a buzz
got it on me now, no keepin’ it tucked
live what i rap, they be makin’ it up
ain’t got a b-tch ’cause i ain’t ’bout to fuss
got me a check and i’m runnin’ it up
two or three million, i ain’t makin’ enough
drop a new song and my prices go up
it is what it is, n-gga, f-ck what it was
[chorus]
these n-ggas just don’t know how to quit
i say, these n-ggas just don’t know how to quit
they like to love you when you down, but they hate when you’re rich
they wanna take me off the map, but i’m too legit

- fredo bang

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