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preme 41 - fear no one lyrics

[intro]
glah glah, boom
everything dead, everything dead

like hollon’, like glah

[chorus]
who the f+ck is these new n+ggas dissing?
me and ta’ tryna get n+ggas missing
f+ck that, we just gon’ fry em’ like chicken
he got hit in his neck, had his body glitchin’
we don’t fear no one cause we different
say the wrong thing about bro we gon’ lift em’
he got hit but i just kept on cl!ckin’
tata my brother, see red and start glitchin’
[verse]
like what? said it’s up? make up a diss and got put in a blunt
n+ggas chattin’, they see mе and run
wanna pop you a perc, now yo ass in a blunt
ta’ gon’ blitz through the back, i’ma blitz through the front
and kr wit’ mе, catch a o, send em’ up
i’m a geek, n+ggas know i go dumb
opps on my body, they ready to rump
like what? bad b+tch, she gon’ shake it
hit from the back, she said, “preme i can’t take it”
big 4+1, n+ggas know that i’m sanctioned
i’m the youngest, but i’m really dangerous
jenny gon’ pass it, i up it and bang it
he got shot by a dyk+ and his body still achin’
now these lil n+ggas start our probation
do a hit, then i take a vacation
like what? it’s still f+ck all the opps
like what? mr. everyoppshot
a lot of y’all n+ggas can’t come to my block
last n+ggas tried and got left in the lot
and for tata, they know i’ma flock
that’s really my brother, go dumb wit’ the knocks
rule number one, can’t lack for a ho
number two, better stay wit’ ya’ pole
rule number three, be ready to blow
that’s word to my mother, i’m lettin’ it go
i’m a demon, this sh+t not for show
like, gun jam up, he get beat wit’ the pole
like, how you got shot and you never on go?
if that was me, woulda been in the roads
and ya’ mans is a b+tch, and i heard that he told
never lackin’, i walk wit’ a pole
[chorus]
who the f+ck is these new n+ggas dissing?
me and ta’ tryna get n+ggas missing
f+ck that, we just gon’ fry em’ like chicken
he got hit in his neck, had his body glitchin’
we don’t fear no one cause we different
say the wrong thing about bro we gon’ lift em’
he got hit but i just kept on cl!ckin’
tata my brother, see red and start glitchin’

[outro]
like d+mn, like glah, like what?
everybody shot, d+mn, everybody shot
like, glah glah d+mn
like d+mn, like glah, like glah, like glah
preme, like what? everybody shot
mr. everyoppshot

- preme 41 lyrics

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