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letra de run it (reloaded) - frozonee

[verse 1: lil dell]
i need a couple m’s if i sign a deal (sign a deal)
my n-gga bond three quarters of a mil’
i know some n-ggas hit the road just to steal (just to steal)
i know some n-ggas sending loads from the hills
i know some n-ggas comin’ home on appeals
told my b-tch i wanna f-ck, i’m comin’ home on a pill (on a pill)
you knew what it was, you supposed to keep it real (keep it real)
get that sh-t in blood or get it how you live

[verse 2: frozonee]
frozonee, b-tch, you better chill
it’s frozonee, b-tch, b-tch, this sh-t for real (woah, woah)
i’m steady poppin’ percocets, i make her feel me
i go by frozonee, b-tch, this the real me
foreign b-tch ook like she kaepernick, lil’ sister made her kneel
he had to post up in the bricks, i’m on the block just like shaquille
on f and strong, we get it on, you think i’m cappin’, ask lil bill
b-tch, leave me ‘lone, don’t call my phone, i got a play, no time to chill

[verse 3: lil dell]
came in the game, i’m tryna leave a mark (leave a mark)
went on a chase, i gotta lead the narcs (lead the narcs)
if i catch a case, i gotta beat the charge (beat the charge)
they was tryna add a case, i’m tryna beat the odds (beat the odds, yeah, yeah)
i’ve been chillin’, don’t know how they aggravate the charge
i ain’t trippin’, but i hope the rap game take me far
they ain’t seen me in a minute, guess i made it far
he dive in that water, now he hangin’ with the sharks
[verse 4: frozonee]
fourth of july, we shoot them b-tches ’til we see a spark (gang)
she f-cked me while i had a b-tch, she know to play her part
and she gon’ f-ck my brother too ’cause he gon’ play his cards
that lil’ ho know better not to play me if that ho was smart
i used to tote on the .380, quick to flame a star
even though she ridin’ with her baby, she gon’ take the charge

[verse 5: lil dell]
he up them ar pistols like he play guitar, shooting star
he’ll crash a n-gga, this right here a star, pull lil’ man card
send some bullets to your brain, make you stop for lookin’ hard

[verse 6: frozonee]
them crackers sn-tchin’ up the bros and kickin’ doors ’cause we them n-ggas
if you wan’ book me for a show, i need a bow, pull up at dealer
it wasn’t no practice with coach avery, we gon’ post up at the fricker
i pray to god that they free all my n-ggas
n-ggas snitchin’ on the squad, cut ’em off, delete the pictures
i been x-ing n-ggas out just for to see the bigger picture
i had the whole gang up in this b-tch, they chasin’ us like liquor

- frozonee

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