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letra de exposing me - fredo osama

[intro : fredo & smokey osama]

huh
man on cheedoe , f-ck all this goof ass sh-t (smokey!)
all this goof ass sh-t goin on man
n-ggas wanna talk ion wanna talk
y’all know how the f-ck i’m rockin
i heard they lookin for me
(ob , huh , huh , huh)
look

[verse 1 : fredo & smokey osama]

we been slidin back to back (ob!)
where these n-ggas at
please don’t try to run up bullets they gon hit em in his back (boom , boom , boom)
f-ck that b-tch she kno wassup
im tryna beat it from da back
(waddup , the back)
den i slide back to da crib and count like 43 racks (43!)
yo gang got 43 n-ggas
that’s like 43 rats
put a bag on ya head but you ain’t even worth a rack (at all)
f-ck the b-tch and pass ha on no feelings attached (nawl , at all)
n-ggas gettin smoked era day that’s a new pack ( boom , boom , boom)
and lil fredo keep that 30
he gon up and blow that gat
catch a n-gga broad day and light him up
like it’s a party (boom , boom , boom)
and f-ck k money too (f-ck ha)
all these n-ggas foo (they foo)
smokey gon up his pipe
and he gon hit all of the witness too
(all of them n-ggas)
[verse 2] : (fredo osama)

man on cheedoe , i ain’t even tryna talk
boa you know i keep that 30 on my hip that’s when i walk
oh we on feet today
and i guess we tryna stalk
and we on these n-ggas ass
on they ass just like a hawk
brand-new 30 what i brought
brought some jeans , don’t kno da cost
you f-ckin with me?
lil boy you lost
i been da man , that’s on da boss
man of the year , ob goons they near
pistols to ya ear
dollar sign since i was 9
poled up when i slide
call my n-ggas we finna ride
all yo n-ggas yall be hidin
we got 30s , couple 9s
off da dope , b-tch i’m off da dope
smoke it till i choke
yous a joke
yous a f-ckin joke
and man these n-ggas broke
ain’t no exposing me
ion even got no hoes with me
got some poles with me
got da bros with me
and these n-ggas really hoes
he in that jam
he told on me
and lil fredo , he da king d-mn n-gga i own this beat
couple bands on me
and you know , i keep that heat
ball just like miami heat
shootin 3s just like from deep
i’m tried of these rappin ass n-ggas
they wanna be gangster
i swear that thess n-ggas some lames
you dissin da guyz you think it’s a game
you think it’s a game get k!lled for a name
got them ob goons they really outside
i call they all on yo ass
now they all in yo grass
you still in school my n-ggas they all in yo class
but i been told you n-ggas
i’m a motherf-ckin problem
you gon need a motherf-ckin doctor
shootin you and yo potna
i’m eating these beats like i’m eating some lobster
fredo i’m da realist
and lil bro da illest
told da b-tch to put ha clothes on
like lil freak i’m finish
got a brand-new 40
and it’s fresh up out da box
right up out da f-ckin box
i ain’t tryna box you , can get popped n-gga
now we on da ave
he loofin by dat lot
ob gang get on yo ass
you won’t make it very far
all my n-ggas bdk , and this sh-t will never stop

- fredo osama

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