Fredo Bang - Gangsta Talk (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Fredo Bang - Gangsta Talk (en) Lyrics
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I ain’t never been a bitch, but
I put titties on a Drac'
Walk down on the opposition,
shoot 'em broad day
I put seven point six-
two, filled up the K
That nigga made his bed,
so the nigga gotta lay
Ay, I’m a savage, a menace,
shoot it 'til it's empty
Gotta a dick up in the Glock since
these niggas actin' kiddie
Bitch, I'm hotter than herpes, so
tell me who fuckin' with me
Bitch, I'm only sixteen and
a nigga run his city
We don't chase no clout we
chase opps nigga, yeah
Body after body what’s your
count nigga? Yeah
I should hit a bitch nigga with
the Draco, yeah, yeah
And you can’t join a gang
unless you take souls
Yeah, you play some games then I
gon' feed you to my lil’ niggas
These niggas, they be flaggin'
just like Hilfigers
Sellin' 'yo, she grabbed the
cut up, where the chalk at?
Yeah, the fat one, he got hit
and he can’t talk back
Ay, this is gangsta talk
and niggas can't relate
I saw my opp out in public,
I boost the murder rate
I ain't wanna get caught so
I used my thirty-eight
I had my gloves on real
tight, mask on my face
I got a Glock where my dick at,
a brick where my wrist at
No, this ain't a party, but the
Draco got some kicks, yeah
Send a diss, I won't talk back,
murder? Yeah, I'm 'bout that
He was talkin' out his head, I
put a price on his ballcap
Hit him in his shoulder, Chris
Brown, make him pop-lock
I'm lurkin' in yo' section in
a rental, I'm on opp watch
Gat take his soul, give him
wings, make him fly high
And I don't know how to dance, but
with that chopper I'ma cha-cha
Slide on my opp house, shoot the
nigga through the curtains
He was tough up on the 'Gram 'til
I saw him out in person
This niggas talkin' all that shit,
now the young nigga nervous
Put them holes in his body,
now he gotta go in surgery
I'm a lil' nigga with a big stick
My Drako called Jackie Chan
'cause that bitch kick
And I'm pimpin' all these
bad hoes, Slick Ricks
And I don't stop shootin' my
gun until that bitch click
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