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yung dred - fogo de chow lyrics

come on man, it’s me, i wouldn’t never do that man, i still got half of the money at the house. please don’t k!ll me, i’m bringing the money back, we same people’s dog (shut up) , i got kids man, oh you my nigga dog, i don’t wanna die, (gun shots)

i get it (4x)
i do it (2x) i swear that i live it
i get it (4x) fogo de (3x) aye

[hook]
fogo de chow, fogo de fogo de fogo de chow, fogo de chow, fogo de fogo de fogo de chow, fogo de chow them hundreds and fifths they on my right now (fogo de chow), my shooters they ready , they ready, fogo de chow, i ain’t worry bout you am telling you now fogo de chow, finessing the exes, and breaking it down, fogo de chow, fogo de fogo de fogo de chow, fogo de chow, fogo de fogo de fogo de chow

[verse 1] [yung dred]
f-ck it, f-ck it i f-ck up a check i get it right now cause i got to connect, shout out my my niggas they k!llers and dealers, gorillas, they straight out the west, a pair of giuseppe keep down on my feet how can i not when am running the street am running the check up they keeping the record, the b-tches they love me the niggas respect it, am jugging finessing my whole team is winning, am with the same niggas that i came up with since the beginning, my cousin locked up doing fed time, still tryna make it through to the mail to him found a new plug got in cali with the pack make 100 bands doing trap trap

[hook]
fogo de chow, fogo de fogo de fogo de chow, fogo de chow, fogo de fogo de fogo de chow, fogo de chow them hundreds and fifths they on my right now, my shooters they ready , they ready, fogo de chow, i ain’t worry bout you am telling you now fogo de chow, finessing the exes, and breaking em down, fogo de chow, fogo de fogo de fogo de chow, fogo de chow, fogo de fogo de fogo de chow

[verse 2] [richie wess]
fogo fogo de chow 20 on a nigga right now two hundred blue hundred pounds, blow throw a two hundredth thou, they say them young niggas wild
no we ain’t fighting and ain’t no boxer ain’t scoring for rounds, hit you with rounds my niggas laying shot down bricks on the bell put them on scales now we braking them down, no am not wealthy am nigga rich, the coupe all black like licorice the [?] poke out like it got hips, red on the rim like it got lips, so when i pull up in the coupe that’s a bad b-tch fogo de chow [?] and [?], any boy but we established, flex on em cause we ain’t never have shit

[instrumental
fogo de chow [3x]

- yung dred lyrics

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