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fredo bang - big sticks lyrics

[intro: fredo bang]
we don’t miss sh-t, we just split sh-t
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
nah-nah-nah-nah, ayy, ayy, ayy
keep it z3n

[chorus: fredo bang]
getting to that bag, we got big chips (we got big chips)
and for these p-ssy n-gg-s, we got big sticks (big sticks)
getting to that bag, we got big chips (we got big chips)
and for these p-ssy n-gg-s, we got big sticks, yeah
we don’t miss sh-t, we just split sh-t
only gang, p-ssy n-gg-s, we don’t mix with
we don’t miss sh-t, we just split sh-t
only gang, p-ssy n-gg-s, we don’t mix with

[verse 1: fredo bang]
i believe in god, but i do not believe in bibles
don’t f-ck with p-ssy rappers ’cause these n-gg-s just want follows
i just bought a chopper and i filled it up with hollows
put it on your partner, make the n-gg- sing a high note
i got that bag on me, but i could just smash for free
i put your dawg to sleep, now who want a war with me?
yeah, i gotta pop a perc’ just to get to sleep
big old 23, and this b-tch big as me
yeah, i don’t miss sh-t, i just split sh-t
convicted felon, but i keep a big stick
i wipe my prints off of the gun so i can’t get in trouble
the chopper split a n-gg- up just like a pizza cutter

[chorus: fredo bang & ynw melly]
getting to that bag, we got big chips (we got big chips)
and for these p-ssy n-gg-s, we got big sticks (big sticks)
getting to that bag, we got big chips (we got big chips)
and for these p-ssy n-gg-s, we got big sticks, yeah
we don’t miss sh-t, we just split sh-t
only gang, p-ssy n-gg-s, we don’t mix with
we don’t miss sh-t (slatt), we just split sh-t (yeah)
only gang, p-ssy n-gg-s, we don’t mix with

[verse 2: ynw melly]
only gang, p-ssy n-gg-, we don’t miss sleep
fredo bang, that my n-gg-, he a misfit
kool-aid with this sh-t, you better not mix in
if you do, you’re getting put inside a box, b-tch
d-ck on the glock and it’s hanging out
hanging out like an 18 year old just moved out his mama’s house
p-ssy -ss n-gg-, don’t play with the crew, i’ll shoot at your mama’s spouse
aka your dad, my b-tches are bad
she sucking my d, i told her relax
no i ain’t missing, it ain’t ’bout pet-tion
we pull up on you and leave your -ss missing
you f-ck n-gg-s snitching to all the commissioners
uh, no literally
i’m feeling her spiritually
she wanna f-ck on melly, baby
my d-ck longer than a martin luther king speech

- fredo bang lyrics

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