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fredo bang feat. nle choppa - gangsta talk lyrics

yeah
da-da, da-da-da, ah-ah, da-da
put a n-gg- on that tee, consultation
what, what
in the booth with the drac’ on me

i ain’t never been a b-tch, but i put t-tties on a drac’
walk down on the opposition, shoot ’em broad day
i put seven point six-two, filled up the k
that n-gg- made his bed, so the n-gg- gotta lay
ay, i’m a savage, a menace, shoot it ’til it’s empty
gotta a d-ck up in the glock since these n-gg-s actin’ kiddie
b-tch, i’m hotter than herpes, so tell me who f-ckin’ with me
b-tch, i’m only sixteen and a n-gg- run his city

we don’t chase no clout we chase opps n-gg-, yeah
body after body what’s your count n-gg-? yeah
i should hit a b-tch n-gg- with the draco, yeah, yeah
and you can’t join a gang unless you take souls
yeah, you play some games then i gon’ feed you to my lil’ n-gg-s
these n-gg-s, they be flaggin’ just like hilfigers
sellin’ ‘yo, she grabbed the cut up, where the chalk at?
yeah, the fat one, he got hit and he can’t talk back
ay, this is gangsta talk and n-gg-s can’t relate
i saw my opp out in public, i boost the murder rate
i ain’t wanna get caught so i used my thirty-eight
i had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face

i got a glock where my d-ck at, a brick where my wrist at
no, this ain’t a party, but the draco got some kicks, yeah
send a diss, i won’t talk back, murder? yeah, i’m ’bout that
he was talkin’ out his head, i put a price on his ballcap
hit him in his shoulder, chris brown, make him pop-lock
i’m lurkin’ in yo’ section in a rental, i’m on opp watch
gat take his soul, give him wings, make him fly high
and i don’t know how to dance, but with that chopper i’ma cha-cha

slide on my opp house, shoot the n-gg- through the curtains
he was tough up on the ‘gram ’til i saw him out in person
this n-gg-s talkin’ all that sh-t, now the young n-gg- nervous
put them holes in his body, now he gotta go in surgery
i’m a lil’ n-gg- with a big stick
my drako called jackie chan ’cause that b-tch kick
and i’m pimpin’ all these bad hoes, slick ricks
and i don’t stop shootin’ my gun until that b-tch click
ay, this is gangsta talk and n-gg-s can’t relate
i saw my opp out in public, i boost the murder rate
i ain’t wanna get caught so i used my thirty-eight
i had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face
ay, this is gangsta talk and n-gg-s can’t relate
i saw my opp out in public, i boost the murder rate
i ain’t wanna get caught so i used my thirty-eight
i had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face

- fredo bang feat nle choppa lyrics

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