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cgm - fredo diss lyrics

[intro: flippa]
yo
1011 sh+t
splasha
loose1
flippa, ay
free the guys
free striker
free digga
free jsav
free crim
yo

[verse 1: splasha]
stop all the lying and acting
fredo nearly got shot
i ain’t gonna lie, i was there at the crashing
we do this sh+t from young
press on guns, all my n+ggas get active
all of my n+ggas are sav’
chest and back go [?] cah the shankings
feel like jason bourne
get torn when the mask get drawn like [?]
call digga ‘shotgun shane’
watch a boy usain when he raising the mad ting
something got caught then he dropped him
copping up dots on the option
told bro don’t be a cow’
this ones fresh off a farm, no tottenham
in the kitchen, really a chef
look left, see strikеr just watching
caught cs tryna glide
p+ssyhole span on his bike whеn we clocked him
do him up, all them boy they’re staying at home
cos his bredrin flopped him
dead ting dead tryna breath
someone tell him go get in the coffin
gotta save bands for tomorrow
feds got the g’s on lock
they’re in felton [?] and [?]
give it 3 months then switch that line
i do for the sake of obbo
you don’t call shots, you’re a helper
see opps and draw 4 swords like zelda
couldn’t give a f+ck about a elder
bang and slang
take risk and prosper
kitty just called for the grub
she wan’ 50 plus shots off the chopper
dem boy just act, no mash
they was raised in oscars
just put a fours in a ‘rex
the fork all bent tryna make it softer, ay
[verse 2: loose1]
skid round there now
looking for prey like vultures
most of the g’s in felton
feds try take away a few soldiers
tryna get all of them opps, it stink
my bro’s them come like poachers
step round with the shh
that’s holes in tops, bare corn in holsters
and ever since ‘points’, we did what we said
put p’s in toasters
and ever since points, the gang done bare mileage on motors
buck up could be the opp, in a hop
it’s 100% we leaving them open
skrr up on the 12 side
no movie, let it go like frozen
ching man down no fist ting
i don’t know about leaving man swollen
used to do pushes on foot
but now it’s vehicles that’s stolen
still with the same bruddas
love m’sk+m, cah m’sk+m’s bronem
they don’t know nothin’ bout trappin’
you’d think that i lie when i told them?
peng one, she brown
large ass backs and the face all golden
dip that down then dust
no way am i doing the grown ting
the opp boys victims
how many man experienced pokings?
and n+ggas love chat about [?]
when we, really them n+ggas are jokers
buss mans head same way
would’ve been p+ssed if bro had his soaker
why don’t they talk bout that?
when all of them man turn boasters
that day was way too messed
n+ggas started singing like oprah
got links for the light
got links for the dark
got links for the potent

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