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letra de many men - fredo bang

[intro]
(ayo, lari, this sh-t fye)
(wonder boy)
(ooh, that’s a hardbody beat)

[verse 1: fredo bang]
two, two brand new glocks, these b-tches fresh up out the p-wn shop
ain’t sparin’ sh-t, they get caught lackin’, then they all shot
let that door swing, uh, i’m in all black just like bruce wayne
propane, hit him with that fire just like duke, man

[chorus: fredo bang]
we k!lled many men, spin a bend, spin a bend
i’m k!llin’ with these ends, drop a ten, drop a ten
we k!lled many men, spin a bend, spin a bend
i’m k!llin’ with these ends, drop a ten, drop a ten

[verse 2: fredo bang & jaydayoungan]
i put ’em through a n-gga chеst and tell him, “vest up” (tell him vеst up)
i keep this b-tch up on my side, that’s for my d-ck, uh (grrah)
a n-gga see me, they know it’s murder, better have they stick up
you tryna get that sh-t in blood, you better not pick us
pull up all black like akon with a stick tucked (stick tucked)
spin a bend in windows tinted, this a pickup, hmm (this a pickup)
lay him face down, tell him stay down, he can’t get up (p-ssy b-tch)
hit him by his spine, he ain’t have time to pick his bl!ck up (yeah)
i put a n-gga on a shirt and pray to god i beat the charge
flip that boy with two dracos like a lil’ b-tch in a ménage
line him up, send a b-tch, hundred shots, cut the clip
he worked that stick and got a check, but he ain’t even got no job
[chorus: fredo bang]
we k!lled many men, spin a bend, spin a bend
i’m k!llin’ with these ends, drop a ten, drop a ten
we k!lled many men, spin a bend, spin a bend
i’m k!llin’ with these ends, drop a ten, drop a ten

[verse 3: fredo bang & jaydayoungan]
yeah, heard he at the ‘telly, then we pop him in the lobby
hundred in this b-tch, if it don’t jam, it ain’t no stoppin’
i been flashin’, showin’ my ass, might drop a bag just ’cause i got it
caught him broad day, that burner melt him like some chocolate
i been spinnin’ since a jit, got more bloods than the ogs
get on my nerve, i bend your curve, all of my opps, they know me
move to the ‘burbs, we still gon’ swerve, the opps ain’t gettin’ no sleep
i say the word, put twenty-four across his chest like kobe

- fredo bang

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