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​​gunrange - ​freaks lyrics

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[pre+chorus: reef]
ayy, freak, freak, freak (gunrange)
yeah, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak

[chorus: reef]
sipping on green, then red
duck from the beam, put his body in a shed
push up on the team, made him leave in a bed
murder for hire, these presidents dead
benjamin stuck in my pocket
re+up, call the plug, no socket
freak f+ck, want this b+tch so i got her
glock+19, if i spot ’em, i got ’em, a goner
[verse 1: aftrr!, with reef]
twin standing deep in that water, piranha
i call my lil’ b+tch a queen like madonna
hundred round mag and i’m toting that llama
hit up your ho, now i’m meeting hеr mama
stay out the loop, i don’t care about drama
sipping on purple, еyes red like madara
shot up, get turned to a photo like camera
big chop’, shoot out the rue like euphoria
one of one, top of the game, no runner+up
i’m with my squad, gunrange, you not one of us

[verse 2: rans0m]
hollows connect to his face, bluetooth
smoking on tree, i do not f+ck with groot
knock that boy down then we taking his loot
c4 bust that b+tch down through the roof
magic, make ’em disappear like “poof”
tragic, i put that boy on the news
lavish, i cannot stop getting blues
savage, you’re really not that dude

[verse 3: etterna]
p+ssy talking sh+t then we take him to the underground
bullets gon’ hit then we fill you up with hundred rounds
flip another bag, i’m not talking about a runaround
silence on the gat, what you talking ’bout another round?
i fl!ck up the switch on the glock then i cl!ck it
i’m taking a fl!ck and you mad you ain’t in it
got weight in the bag, i’m not talking ’bout digits
got rack after rack, i can’t carry these b+tches (carry these b+tches)
[pre+chorus: reef]
freak, freak, ayy, freak, ayy, freak, ayy, freak, ayy, ayy, freak, freak
yeah, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak

[chorus: reef]
sipping on green, then red
duck from the beam, put his body in a shed
push up on the team, made him leave in a bed
murder for hire, these presidents dead
benjamin stuck in my pocket
re+up, call the plug, no socket
freak f+ck, want this b+tch so i got her
glock+19, if i spot ’em, i got ’em, a goner

[outro: reef]
freak, freak, ayy, freak, ayy, freak, ayy, freak, ayy, ayy, freak, freak
yeah, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak



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