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reloaded - fredo bang & rob49 lyrics

[intro: rob49 & fredo bang]
yeah
[?]
evr
[?]
yeah
don’t play with us

[chorus]
yeah, n*ggas know sh*t from sugar (yeah)
n*gga know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling (to the ceiling)
i’m know to get ’em off, yeah, big 49, my daddy’s son (yeah)
i’m staying on the scene, i play for keeps, don’t play with us (don’t play with us, yeah)
steppin’ in them trenches (huh), no pictures, don’t like attention, hmm
i’m a demon’s seed, they still can’t figure out these k!llings
my b*tch a nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime i finger tease her
i ran a n*gga down to my demons, i keep that dog around likе peter

[verse 1]
got a fifty*round drum in the back of that trunk, hе pull in, we gettin’ him done (ha)
my lil’ gangsta wanna k!ll, i gave him the word, now he my son
catch his ho, knocked off her bun, he speak on business, cut his tongue
we f*ck n*ggas up for fun, he still breathing? we ain’t done
yeah, we f*ck n*ggas’ hoes, i throw my fours up for the four (yeah, yeah, yeah)
just leave the door unlocked, i’m in the trap, my mama know (ha!)
still stealing out the store, a millionaire with sh*t to lose (yeah)
these n*ggas pick and choose, i ain’t got picks, these n*ggas fruit
i tell a b*tch to throw it back, we get pulled over, she stuff her cat
ross is trapping in the 9, this b*tch doing jumping jacks
whip that choppa through the house, if you wanna live, better hit that floor
and i’m not tripping on no ho, i’ll feed a b*tch a 4*for*4
[chorus]
yeah, n*ggas know sh*t from sugar (yeah)
n*gga know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling (to the ceiling)
i’m know to get ’em off, yeah, big 49, my daddy’s son (yeah)
i’m staying on the scene, i play for keeps, don’t play with us (don’t play with us, yeah)
steppin’ in them trenches (huh), no pictures, don’t like attention, hmm
i’m a demon’s seed, they still can’t figure out these k!llings
my b*tch a nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime i finger tease her
i ran a n*gga down to my demons, i keep that dog around like peter

[verse 2]
yeah, catch ’em n*ggas dyin’ (dyin’), they know not to try us
the only thing i’m running from is sirens
alright, i’m richer than lil’ roddy, i still be in the project
my brother play with white like he a n*z* (my brother play with white)
alright, fredo, fredo bang bang when you see him
big 49, he the trapper of the year (he the trapper of the year)
i got b*tches, make ’em do it by theyself (i got b*tches, make ’em do it by theyself)
while i’m still posted at my project on the step (i’m still posted at my project on the step)

[interlude]
hehehe
yeah
alright
[?]
big 49, my daddy’s son
yeah
sh*t around
don’t play with us
[verse 3]
don’t say too much when i come through, these n*ggas know the biz (know the biz)
i got her ass and titties done, i d*mn near bought a b*tch (i d*mn near bought a b*tch)
i’m in the ‘vette 200 dash, i’m doin’ savage sh*t (doin’ savage sh*t)
49 fly b*tches to miami just to kiss they tits (rrah)
she don’t take pills, she want a g6 down her throat, though (down her throat, though)
i get ’em turnt then put my thumb all in her a*hole (thumb all in her a*hole)
ain’t got no gun, ain’t got no case, that’s why the case closed (why the case closed)
i spent a sixty on this chain, they ain’t gon’ touch nothing (49)

[outro]
yeah
83
[?] don’t keep it like that, baby
hehe
yeah, hehe
83, n*gga
big poles’ll overk!ll him
don’t hit him one time, hit him three times, hit him five times, hit him six times
bustin’ down
keep goin’ until that b*tch empty
arrgh
f*ckin reload, arrgh
i’m reloaded, haha, f*ck it
h*llo?

- fredo bang rob49 lyrics

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