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Artiste:
Fredo Bang
Titre:
Baw Baw
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That's my shooter, I recruited him Glock-23, got two of them (808 Mafia) Yeah, this that murder music That's my shooter, I recruited him Glock-23, got two of them Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags) I drop a bag, watch what he do to him Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off This shit is bang bang, a blood stain, Amiri gang Wear 'bout fifty chains, check my ice, might be the name You can't hit a stain, may young Skuba hit your mane We shake shit like tambourines, the chopper clap like round of applause Bitch, I don't need no aim, and we gon' knock a nigga off Say I been through hell and back with my Kel-Tec in this Hellcat I keep my F&N, that's my lie detector, I can smell rats It ain't no help for him, y'all gon' die together, take a dirt nap That's my shooter, I recruited him Glock-23, got two of them Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags) I drop a bag, watch what he do to him Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off Yeah, burn him like a stripper, send a nigga to the doctor Not talkin' 'bout a butcher when I say I got a chopper All my niggas killers, you can tell by they posture I'ma spill a nigga's noodles like I waste a bowl of pasta Murder make me happy, told my mama not to judge me Keep a dirty Harry just in case you feeling lucky Body after body, killin' shit like Ted Bundy Shoot him in the face, make a pretty boy ugly That's my shooter, I recruited him Glock-23, got two of them Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags) I drop a bag, watch what he do to him Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off 808 Mafia