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letra de shake-n-bake - fredo bang

[intro: fredo bang]
(roll the dice, richie)
(kj let the beat knock)
first we get the drop then we light his block up
hit ’em in his sh-t, clear the scene before the cops come
mm-hmm, mm-mm

[verse 1: fredo bang]
i put thirty in my glock and put a hunnid in my draco
my youngin’ caught on one, i flew him out and told him lay low
to get a n-gga gone, i press a b-tton like a remote
i give a n-gga stitches, he a b-tch i call him lilo
i don’t f-ck with rappers, most of these b-tch ass n-ggas too fake (too fake)
trappin’, jackin’, rappin’, most of my n-ggas get it a few ways (a few ways)
clapping ’bout that action, ain’t no tellin’ what i’m gon’ shoot today
my house be full of f-ckin’ k!llеrs, i ain’t got no room to hate
word around town, he talkin’ down and want the еnemy (yeah, yeah)
i gotta smash but i ain’t beggin’, ain’t got the energy (yeah, yeah)
he smoked your dawg, i wrote a check, we friends with benefits (yeah, yeah)
got a big bag, now she gon’ sign off, up her chimney (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: fredo bang]
yeah, one k!ll, two k!lls, i cannot feel (murders)
three k!lls (brr), four k!lls (brr), i’m off the pain pills (off them pills)
five k!lls, six k!lls, i’m outside of your crib (brr, brr)
seven, eight, the feds on us, gotta shake and bake
[verse 2: big30]
at 18, i touched twenty racks, thought i was rich as f-ck
before 19, had hunnid racks, i had to put it up
i turned twenty tons to quarter mil’, i told momma, “it’s up” (brr)
at 21, i touched a whole mil’ and they thought i was bluffin’
half a million worth of cars and i got two-fifty on ice
i go everywhere with my sh-t off the rip, i ain’t tryna fight (b-tch, i ain’t tryna fight)
let a n-gga touch the diamonds, he get hit up with this rifle (brr)
you just got back then get away, you still gon die, that’s on the bible
you know fredo, that’s my brother, can’t wait ’til lil yoyo back (my brother)
known for runnin’ n-ggas down, slam one hunnids in four-door ‘cats (brr, brr)
i can call a play and up the score, big30 quarterback (big30 run it)
i’m slidin’ a bulletproof cadillac, k!ller trail me in the track’

[chorus: fredo bang & big30]
yeah, one k!ll, two k!lls, i cannot feel (murders, murders)
three k!lls (murders), four k!lls (brr), i’m off the pain pills (brr)
five k!lls (murders), six k!lls, i’m outside of your crib (brr, brr)
seven, eight, the feds on
just gotta shake and bake (just gotta shake and bake)
one k!ll two k!lls, i cannot feel
three k!lls, four k!lls, i’m off the pain pills
five k!lls, six k!lls, i’m outside of your crib
seven, eight, the feds on us, gotta shake and bake

[outro: big30]
you know fredo that’s my brother (brr), can’t wait ’til lil yoyo back (murders, murders)
known for runnin’ n-ggas down, slam one hunnids and photo cap (murders, murders)
i can call a play (brr) and up the score, big30 quarterback (murders, murders)
i’m slidin’ in a bulletproof cadillac, k!ller trail me in the track (brr)

- fredo bang

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