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letra de receipts - fredo bang

[intro]
d-mn chose
ayy
say you can check the facts
you know i ain’t never lied in a song (dj chose)
you should know, everything i talk ’bout, i actually did
eeee, shoutout t-boy
hardbody (ayy, ayy)

[chorus]
turn down your gangsta, n-gga you just makin’ music
he got a .30, we ain’t never seen him use it
all your friends be dead, n-gga you must f-ck with uzi
when it’s ’bout that murder, b-tch, i’m similar to gucci, yeah
b-tch if you beefin’ then we beefin’ back
say he got a body don’t believe him, need a receipt with that
say he got them dracos, b-tch you lyin’, where you keep em at?
say you gotta body, b-tch you lyin’, need a receipt with that (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
wait
you know we put sh-t in the grave for playin’ games, b-tch
pull on side the whip and spray, f-ck who he came with, yeah
real ape up out the jungle you can’t tame this
n-gga sweet as cookies call them famous amous
f-ck with the opps then you gon’ die for who you hang with
t-shirt, blood stains, what the business is (what it is)
yeah, drop a diss, youngin’ hollerin’, what the ticket is (what it is)
ooh, push that d-ck off in his b-tch, i don’t care how you feel
[chorus]
turn down your gangsta, n-gga you just makin’ music
he got a .30, we ain’t never seen him use it
all your friends be dead, n-gga you must f-ck with uzi
when it’s ’bout that murder, b-tch, i’m similar to gucci, yeah
b-tch if you beefin’ then we beefin’ back
say he got a body don’t believe him, need a receipt with that
say he got them dracos, b-tch you lyin’, where you keep em at?
say you gotta body, b-tch you lyin’, need a receipt with that (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
paid off them bodies, if i murk em get a hundo
i’m on seventy-five with a .30 in the console, yeah
pop ’em from the three, b-tch i’ma pull it like toronto
b-tch i beat a murder charge, i feel like oj in that bronco, yeah
brand new glock nine but i can shoot, don’t call me rondo
and i just added hollow tips, them b-tches piercing just like paul
we throw them dirty sticks away, just so the murders never solved
and i ain’t never squash a beef, so b-tch your og better not call

- fredo bang

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