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fear no man - laflareboi, hadiii_420 & yung glizock lyrics

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fear of god, i could never fear a man

these off*white jordan ones, ndipo singavale vans (that’s ain’t no drip)

cl!cking up, but they still don’t stand a chance (nar)

it’s mr. hide yo hoe, i’ll put your b*tch up in a trance (i’ll put you’re b*tch up in a trance)

too much money i f*ck up the rubber bands (i f*ck up the rubber bands)

lil chimwe got my bag right, ion need no helping hand (ion need no helping hand)

5 star b*tch, put a patek on her hand (ice)

it’s birdlifestyle 5eva, did this sh*t no helpin hand (did this sh*t no helping hand)

diss my twin and i’m on sight

f*ck with my birdz, we might as well just die tonight

me and my brodie’s can’t fall out we way too tight yeah

we runnin up these bands, tryin get it right yeah

get all this money, we just might
f*ck on your b*tches, we just might

we don let you slide for too long, so you better run when we on sight

you can start the beef but we the ones who end it, alright

only smoke woods, so we reaching greater heights

we been down for too long, now we taking flight

y’all be talking gangster but can’t do sh*t right

f*ck around and get merked, we got mob ties

fear of god, i could never fear a man

these off*white jordan ones, ndipo singavale vans (that’s ain’t no drip)

cl!cking up, but they still don’t stand a chance (nar)

it’s mr. hide yo hoe, i’ll put your b*tch up in a trance (i’ll put you’re b*tch up in a trance)

too much money i f*ck up the rubber bands (i f*ck up the rubber bands)

lil chimwe got my bag right, ion need no helping hand (ion need no helping hand)
5 star b*tch, put a patek on her hand (ice)

it’s birdlifestyle 5eva, built this sh*t no helpin hand (did this sh*t no helping hand)

he was talkin on that sh*t and then caught lackin’

that boy get a brick and split it like a fraction

i was gonna f*ck you’re b*tch, but she ain’t bad, so i passed it

diamonds on me dancin’, and they really lookin immaculate

might just hit a l!ck and go ice out yo b*tch

we them birdz we don’t do no grams, we stack bricks

talk down on gang you might end up in a ditch

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