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letra de face fears - solo dreec

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)

[verse 1: solo dreec]
pop out and make a n-gga crash, this glock a deer
up the glock on you so you can face your fears
if you ain’t bleedin’ yet, this k’ll start your period
this push-start, you need a key fob to start this whip
my money large, b-tch, my stash got a condo in it
that n-gga gear fake, he wearin’ fiction drip
slide down your block in threes like an adidas print
the chopper leg, i’ll show you how to clip a n-gga
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
ridin’ with a belt on the back of the glock, it got a fifty in it
that n-gga ain’t finna hit no top, he got a smitty with him
flip the b-tton on the side of the chop, sound like an instrumental
i heard somebody took his ass to hurley, finna bend the ‘spital
we finna take that n-gga soul, he can’t stay alive
every time i walk up out the crib, it’s a k outside
purplе ‘cat, but the bumper black, goin’ for eighty-fivе
big bullets dumpin’ out the mac, look like baby eyes
we got four pockets full with all straps like lil baby guys
the switch spittin’, hit him in his cap, now he got a lazy eye

[verse 3: solo dreec]
push my b-ttons, i’ma fold your ass up, i’m ridin’ with a macbook
your mans died and you ain’t slide, n-gga, how that look?
leave a n-gga blew, i wasn’t into arts and crafts at school
i make n-ggas pass away, i couldn’t pass at school
pull up with a long clip, a fully k, look like a baghdad room
look what’s in the glock, i shot ten, but he ate a two-piece
i got ten for a rapper, twenty for a hoopty
teach my lil’ n-gga how to slide ’cause he new with it
i’m gon’ keep 20k in targets ’til they get a new system
catch a n-gga out and end the game he playin’, he need a new system

[verse 4: babyfxce e]
yeah, alright, look
i named my dog after my mini drac’ because it like to chew n-ggas
me and dreec got hoes at the bnb with the pool in it
talkin’ to the fiends, just woke up off lean, so i’m rude to ’em
i’m on tip high as h-ll with the chop, i’m kinda lose with it
.300 black’ hit a n-gga in his back and go through two n-ggas
[verse 5: solo dreec]
u-haul on the ar, this b-tch’ll move a n-gga
catch a body and let banks claim the k!ll
you ain’t know us and the opps like eight to three
i’m chasin’ n-ggas down, these n-ggas chasin’ dreams
pop two and one leave, i’m still feelin’ incomplete

[verse 6: babyfxce e]
walk a n-gga down and tell him stand up, get up on your feet
man, my young dog trippin’, i’m finna let him off the leash
man, i really want a thousand, just give me seven for the feat’
in the city, back-to-back strikers f-ckin’ up the streets, n-gga

[outro: babyfxce e]
it’s with an x, n-gga
fxce

- solo dreec

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