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letra de line em up - fredrarrii

[intro: 9lokknine]
i’m like why they talkin’ out they neck?
ayy, ayy, them n-ggas talk, but they ain’t ’bout sh-t (at all)
my n-ggas spinnin’, they gon’ wet, mmh
ayy, ayy, ayy, it’s lil’ glokk, you know what’s up with him (it’s budda beats)

[chorus: fredrarrii]
n-ggas talkin’ that tough sh-t, i line ’em up (line ’em up)
i hide your body, so uh, they can’t find you, bruh
i put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
just let the world know what you really hidin’ for
n-ggas talkin’ that tough sh-t, i line ’em up
i hide your body, so uh, they can’t find you, bruh
i put a price on your head, them goons signed it, bruh
just let the world know what you really hidin’ for

[verse 1: fredrarrii]
i don’t twitter beef, i’m really in the streets
d-wade, i be really ridin’ with the heat
my favorite glock, lebron james, 23
in other words, i give a f-ck about my enemies
these n-ggas talkin’ so tough, i’m sendin’ headshots
we real shooters, ain’t n0body sendin’ leg shots
i got sixty n-ggas (on god), i got sixty triggers (that’s real)
see, i walk the streets and hit the club with sixty k!llers
i’m in a fast whip with a fast b-tch
she eat the d-ck fast, hope i don’t crash it

[verse 2: 9lokknine]
i put ten racks up on your head, i fold the bank inside my duffel
that boy can’t rap about that pain sh-t ’cause he ain’t experience that struggle
yeah, mama, yeah, i’m that b-st-rd child, and i’m the motherf-cker
i got some jits who want some money, they just waitin’ for a come-up
like them jits got all the bread and we can’t even get a crumble
i go to swearin’ in this b-tch and get mad, put it on my mama
like if you felt like that, you should’ve came to me, n-gga, not no woman
these n-ggas be pillow talkin’ to hoes, how lil’ nine the topic of your subject?
i give your main n-gga somethin’ to read, about that bread, this sh-t get ugly
and all that tough sh-t they be talkin’, it be different when we out in public
they ain’t on nothin’

[verse 3: yungeen ace]
yeah, n-ggas screamin’ out war, where the opps at? (where the opps at?)
shoot a n-gga broad day, where the cops at?
line up (line up)
this sh-t get dangerous, keep that iron tucked
get your head bust
i want him dead, i put that bread up
late night, we creeping
my k!ller tweakin’, he snort a line of c0ke
you would think them trappers boyardee the way they on the stove
ask me where the plug at, b-tch, you would never know
we just got a drop on all the opps, it’s time to slide out
pull up on they block, he think it’s smart, i knock his mind out
we ready to step and you never seen
they post on the corner, we clear the scene
two glocks and thirties and red beams
k!ll his whole family like what you mean?

- fredrarrii

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