Fredo Bang - Soulja (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Fredo Bang - Soulja (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, that's me creepin' in that
rental, what that beef 'bout?
I look like a peeping Tom,
I got this dick out
Bitch, who got me bent? No five-percent,
we knock your tint out
T-shirt stickin' to his wound, he
up in pain, pullin' lint out
I'll make a nigga take that long ride,
the one that you don't get out
You must have lost your whole mind,
we the ones that kill the killers
You send a diss, I send a casket, looked
on news, that shot was nasty
I heard your dog died, see what I
be sayin'? That shit be tragic
God, I know this shit be wrong,
but I'd been lyin' if
I said that I won't sin
Why the fuck would I spare you and
I wouldn't do it for my kin?
Pussy niggas, I can't stand,
it's fact, I never ran
My friеnd got a fin,
he a fish, Aquaman
Uh-huh, he a soldier (Uh-huh),
Glock got a motor (Uh-
huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don't play with thеm boys, they pop
your top like a soda (Uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (Uh-
huh), you can smell the odor
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain't never squashed, we ain't
stoppin' 'til it's over (Uh-huh)
Don't play with them boys, they pop
your top like a soda (Uh-huh)
Beef ain't never squashed, we ain't
stoppin' 'til it's over (Hussein)
Every time they side die, they
got my name in the wind
Me and Bang evil twins, same
Glock, different Gens
Motor on this four-inch, I whip
this bitch like a Benz
I get a high when they die like
it's dope in a syringe
Drop that paper to lil' woadie, he gon'
shred 'em, he wan' wet 'em up
I'm on scene, them niggas better put
they head down like seven up
Twistin' shit like a presser, better
tell your stepper, "Step it up"
Got a K with a suppressor, put
it on they ass like Ethika
He out his shit, ain't got
no mind, shit, me neither
Get in beef and try to leave like nigga
won't play with your people
Big spider, run with creatures,
free Deezy, Meezy, and Ray-Ban
Lift up that small Drac' and blow his
face in like, "Boo-yah, bitch"
Beef ain't never squashed, we ain't
stoppin' 'til it's over
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