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letra de no security - fredo bang

[intro]
(ain’t that dj chose over there?)
(ooh, that’s a hardbody beat)

[verse 1: fredo bang]
put a brick on my wrist, put a brick on your mans
i’m representing the brand, they want me dead they got plans
hunnid shots in the lamb’, catch a shot or be down
n-ggas switch, i can’t stand, want me dead or in the can
i just caught one in the head
i ain’t running, i ain’t scared, i, i just ain’t tryna be dead
you know what i rep and you know what i bleed
we the ones put these n-ggas on tees
big dawg, i can’t eat with no fleas
popsicle, put a n-gga on freeze
talk down but i still be up
hunnid on me, is you gon’ take it or what?
they need security to go to they hood
how you gonna say that they realer than us?

[chorus: fredo bang]
i was gangsta ‘fore the buzz, stain a n-gga like a rug (oh-oh, yeah)
everywhere i go it’s love, even crips call me blood (oh-oh, oh-oh)
thirty rounds, only time that i’m deep (yeah, yeah)
real n-gga from the booth to the streets (oh-oh)
name a place and i bet that i’m good (yeah, yeah)
don’t need security to go to my hood (oh, oh)
i was gangsta ‘fore the buzz, stain a n-gga like a rug (oh-oh, yeah)
everywhere i go it’s love, even crips call me blood (oh-oh, oh-oh)
thirty rounds, only time that i’m deep (yeah, yeah)
real n-gga from the booth to the streets (oh-oh)
name a place and i bet that i’m good (yeah, yeah)
don’t need security to go to my hood (oh, oh)
[verse 2: kevin gates]
rumours been surfacing, ain’t no emergency here, i don’t get worried a bit
one of your workers just spent, but he atm, meaning he got a squirting attempt
make sure you tell ’em i’m built, make sure you know your on go with the burner for real
make sure you tell them that i do not flinch, your vision get blurred whenever you squint (p-ssy ass hoe)
clear for departure now (yeah), solo in parts of town, you n-ggas don’t walk around (yeah)
streets love a real street n-gga love, they roll a red carpet out (yeah, yeah)
yo’ image a gimmick, so how is you realer then us? what is they talkin ’bout? (yeah, yeah)
i only fear allah and i’m runnin it up, ayy, you gotta walk me down
make sure you tell ’em, i’m one of them men and i’m standing on ten, from the street to the pen (for real)
make sure you tell ’em, i step in the section, respect is on heavy, not one to pretend (oh real)
make sure you tell ’em i’m ready to die, if you shoot and you miss then a murder commence (allah akbar)
breadwinner try, pelican fly, they pull up and put you in burgundy timbs

- fredo bang

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