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letra de yeah yeah - fredo bang

[intro]
(ooh, that’s a hardbody beat)
(qredonthetrack, and he runnin’ this beat)

[chorus: fredo bang]
n-gga yeah, yeah
big ol’ pistol on my waist, i could go fed, yeah
put that pencil on a n-gga, we bust led, yeah
in the rental tryna leave a n-gga dead, dead
n-gga yeah, n-gga yeah
n-gga yeah, yeah
big ol’ pistol on my waist, i could go fed, yeah
put that pencil on a n-gga, we bust led, yeah
in the rental tryna leave a n-gga dead, dead
n-gga yeah, n-gga yeah
n-gga yeah, yeah

[verse 1: fredo bang]
brand new .40 glock just copped up out the shop
hollows hit his skin, he need some water cause them b-tches hot
n-ggas talkin’ gangsta when you see me make your pistol pop
rest in peace to you [?] that draco make a p-ssy n-gga pop and lock (pock and lock, pop and lock)
bin laden pistols, they go stupid everytime we spot an opp (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got thirty in this .30, he died on the second shot (baow, baow)
they wan’ burn me, i’m not nervous ’cause i keep this pistol c-cked
he was talkin’ like he hard now on a shirt his picture cropped (b-tch)
.40 knockin’ off your tattoos (yeah, yeah), i go nuts like cashews (yeah, yeah)
catch ’em in the whip i’m tryna do ’em like the last dude (yeah, yeah, yeah)
every hood up in my city ain’t no section i ain’t ran through
i spend a quarter a the light knock off a limb, n-gga bad news
[chorus: fredo bang]
n-gga yeah, yeah (yeah)
big ol’ pistol on my waist, i could go fed, yeah
put that pencil on a n-gga, we bust led, yeah
in the rental tryna leave a n-gga dead, dead
n-gga yeah, n-gga yeah
n-gga yeah, yeah (yeah)
big ol’ pistol on my waist, i could go fed, yeah
put that pencil on a n-gga, we bust led, yeah
in the rental tryna leave a n-gga dead, dead
n-gga yeah, n-gga yeah
n-gga yeah, yeah
n-gga yeah yeah

[verse 2: gee money]
look
run up on me wrong, i’ma flip a n-gga, zip a n-gga (grrrah)
watch how quik i flash and let the choppa hit ’em
don’t f-ck with my bros, i stick to the code
shout out to my n-ggas gone, them the ones on a [?]
lean got me movin’, slow still i gotta pay attention
i know n-ggas wanna k!ll me, i can’t let a n-gga get me
my life is a movie, percocets got me groovy
i’m a young fly n-gga bossed up shout out lucci
heard a n-gga hatin’, really dog, i can’t hear you
took off on them feds, left them n-ggas in my rear view
big ol’ ruger, that b-tch bussin’ leave a n-gga dead
closed casket, i don’t want your chest i’m aimin’ for your head
n-gga, yeah
[chorus: fredo bang]
n-gga yeah, yeah (yeah)
big ol’ pistol on my waist, i could go fed, yeah
put that pencil on a n-gga, we bust led, yeah
in the rental tryna leave a n-gga dead, dead
n-gga yeah, n-gga yeah
n-gga yeah, yeah (yeah)
big ol’ pistol on my waist, i could go fed, yeah
put that pencil on a n-gga, we bust led, yeah
in the rental tryna leave a n-gga dead, dead
n-gga yeah, n-gga yeah
n-gga yeah, yeah
n-gga yeah yeah

- fredo bang

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