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letra de in gee we trust - fredo bang

[verse 1: fredo bang]
tryna put one in the coffin, and everytime i go back to the hood (yeah, yeah, yeah)
first time i walked a n-gga down, was at nineteen (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m traumatized by the blood in the white tees (yeah, yeah, yeah)
told the lord protect me from what i can’t see (what i can’t see)
ayy, i’ve been prayin’ for my sins, for these felonies (yeah, yeah, yeah, felonies)
they’ve been dissin’, i’ve been focused on a better me (bеtter me)
rappers act likе they want smoke, they’re really scared of me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
my ex tried to move on, can’t find another me

[interlude 1: gee]
yeah, but most of these n-ggas scared of a n-gga
you see a n-gga, you put your f-ckin’ head down, n-gga
and i’d be by myself, and you’d be with a thousand n-ggas, man
yeah for real, n-gga (oh, oh)

[verse 2: fredo bang]
i keep my heart up in my chest and keep my hand on my metal (hand on my metal)
ain’t n0body give me sh-t, i had to get it together (i had to get it together)
i’m too [?] ’bout my life sh-t, yeah we pourin’ [?]
how you gon’ look down on my ex but you ain’t treat me no better? (you ain’t treat me no better)
i put my gang up on my back, b-tch you should thank me (you should thank me)
i know some people that i love, they hate they ain’t me (they ain’t)
some n-ggas wanna be my right hand but they ain’t gee (they ain’t)
i drop a tear every time i see your baby
[interlude 2: gee]
yeah them n-ggas bullsh-t, n-gga
i’m with n-ggas who run though
don’t n0body run n0body here, n-gga
everybody bosses, n-gga
yeah nothin’ but bosses over here, n-gga
these n-ggas b-tch ass n-ggas be hood, [?] on n-ggas ’cause they got money and sh-t, man
y’all think that sh-t real? that sh-t don’t make no n-gga real, man
’cause a n-gga got money, man these n-ggas be ratin’ everything with paper, n-gga
it’s the most p-ssiest n-ggas out here got paper, man
they got a million racks for money, y’all respect them n-ggas
i can’t respect that sh-t, son
i just can’t feel that sh-t, man

[verse 3: fredo bang]
i’ve been in the rental ’round my town, woah
and i’ve been poppin’ percs, i’m gettin’ [?]
catch him up in traffic, do a n-gga nasty
b-tch it ain’t a game, you can go and pick your casket

[outro: gee & fredo bang]
they got them d-ck in the [?] ass n-gga
what much you got on us?
tbd shirt, what much you got on us?
why y’all bein’ sure?
what much you got on us?
nba, sir
what much you got on us?
you ride from your partner
what [?] sir?
grown ass, [?] ass, fake ass, b-tch ass n-gga
[?] you’re gonna embarrass your [?]

- fredo bang

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