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fredo bang - baw baw lyrics

[intro: fredo bang]
that’s my shooter, i recruited him
glock-23, got two of them (808 mafia)
yeah, this that murder music

[chorus: fredo bang]
that’s my shooter, i recruited him
glock-23, got two of them
cross in his face, that mean two of them (he got body bags)
i drop a bag, watch what he do to him
chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off
chicka-baow-baow, i knock your block right off
chicka-baow-baow, i knock your block right off
chicka-baow-baow, i knock the block right off

[verse 1: sada baby]
this sh-t is bang bang, a blood stain, amiri gang
wear ’bout fifty chains, check my ice, might be the name
you can’t hit a stain, may young skuba hit your mane
we shake sh-t like tambourines, the chopper clap like round of applause
b-tch, i don’t need no aim, and we gon’ knock a n-gg- off
say i been through h-ll and back with my kel-tec in this h-llcat
i keep my f&n, that’s my lie detector, i can smell rats
it ain’t no help for him, y’all gon’ die together, take a dirt nap

[verse 2: fredo bang]
yeah, burn him like a stripper, send a n-gg- to the doctor
not talkin’ ’bout a butcher when i say i got a chopper
all my n-gg-s k!llers, you can tell by they posture
i’ma spill a n-gg-‘s noodles like i waste a bowl of pasta
murder make me happy, told my mama not to judge me
keep a dirty harry just in case you feeling lucky
body after body, k!llin’ sh-t like ted bundy
shoot him in the face, make a pretty boy ugly

[outro]
808 mafia

- fredo bang lyrics

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