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Freddie Dredd
Freddie Dredd
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ryan Mitchel Chassels
Ryan Mitchel Chassels
Songwriter:in

Lyrics

Sippin' Robitussin Bitch you know I come in bustin' flame Didn't see me coming, now you better get to runnin' Holes in your body pourin' out all your life Suckas come and try to catch me boy, you stay strapped with a knife Not enough to kill ya boy, Freddie gonna kill ya boy Fuckin' up the system, murder is my only fucking toy Playin' with a dead body, offed' him with a stick Fully loaded clip, look at you, you fucking bitch Dead mane standin' on the corner like a damn shame Water hole, try to hang with me and it's a big no Big choppa blastin' at yo head like a pimp I ain't fucking with this money, you are just a fucking simp I don't wanna dip, I wanna know what the fuck If you try to play with me, you know a homie rolling up Hear a blast, oh damn, I'm just chillin' in the van See ya slut, ain't no bussin' nuts, I'm about to fuck it up
Writer(s): Ryan Chassels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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