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letra de no warnings - mr. fritz

(verse 1)
black hoodies and black gloves/
rap till every night is black henny and backrubs/
before the pandemic all the homies would mask up/
till all my n-ggas eating like we did it for black love/
one time harass us, ops gon attack us/
said opposites attract, i’m down to clap till y’all backup/
i’ll raise a black fist like the panthers, product of marcus garvey/
them liquor stores round the corner and anyone tryna harm me/
i’m cold n-ggas/
(chorus)
say my name and it’s over…
(no warnings!)
say my name and it’s over…
(no warnings!)
say my name and it’s…

(verse 2)
my stock rose like the hands of a florist/
y’all some funny n-ggas, hannibal burеss/
for the chips, i’ll come and scramble ya circuits/
you to mе, a plastic bag to a birkin/
all my n-ggas is working/
all ya songs gon need to land at a circus/
clown n-ggas
act up, i hundred round n-ggas/
(blaow) nothing to quiet down n-ggas/
i’m 01′ jigga; i built my own, i don’t owe one n-gga/
a thing, so recognize, kiss the ring, then keep it pushing/
i-m the family, gordon ramsay, i keep it cooking/
wade in 0-6
no way to slow this/
go from minimum wage to vegas boat trips/
the mission, keep it a buck while you lames is fo-fifths/
strip!
get in the game, get a range and most kicks/
b-tch!
till then i stay with a gang that smokes spliffs/
rich!
the only mission is slang the most hits/
till i’m covered in chains and rings like “oh sh-t!”/
it’s over!
(chorus)
say my name and it’s over…
(no warnings!)
say my name and it’s over…
(no warnings!)
say my name and it’s…

(verse 3)
come and step into the ring with the big belly boss/
ain’t doing pictures, disrespect and get ya celly tossed/
best hide ya b-tches, it ain’t nothing for a telly charge/
she bus it open and that p-ssy catch a belly flop/
vigilante, hardcore to the p-n-s/
got it down to a tee, y’all boys to the cleaners/
told me i should go pop, but i don’t wanna be a/
onomatopoeia lil mama imma see ya/
i’m a demon with flows, clean up ya region for dough/
reach and i’m squeezing till you gone need you some bleach for ya clothes/
got a legion of foes, peep em, i’m keeping em close/
got me some fans, but my haters i really need em the most/
keeping the toast be making n-ggas break fast/
letting off shots till these bumbaclots shake ass/
the punisher coming, hundreds will run in to ya place, masked the f-ck up/
might clap ya muva thinking you done with this with
no warnings!

(outro)
(“and i will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious
anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. and you will know
my name is the lord when i lay my vengeance upon thee.”)

- mr fritz

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