Receipts
Fredo Bang
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(Damn Chose) Ayy, say, you can check the facts You know I ain't never lied in a song Everything I talked about, I actually did (DJ Chose) Woo, shout out T-Boy (Hard body) ayy Turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it All your friends be dead, nigga, you must f*ck with Uzi When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci (yeah) Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at? Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that Wait you know we put shit in the grave for playing games bitch (yeah) Pull on side the whip and spray, f*ck who he came with (yeah) Real ape up out the jungle you can't tame this (bitch) Nigga sweet as cookies call them Famous Amos F*ck with the opps then you gon' die for who you hang with (yeah) T-shirt blood stains what the business is? (what it is? Yeah) Drop a diss, youngin hollerin' what the ticket is Ooh, push that dick off in his bitch I don't care how you feel Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it All your friends be dead, nigga, you must f*ck with Uzi When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci (yeah) Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at? Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that Paid off them bodies if I murk 'em get a hundo I'm on 75 with a .30 in the console Pop 'em from the three I'ma pull up like Toronto Bitch I beat a murder charge I feel like OJ in that Bronco Brand new Glock nine but I can shoot don't call me Rondo And I just added hollow tips them bitches piercing just like Paul We throw them dirty sticks away just so the murders never solved And I ain't never squash no beef so bitch your OG better not call Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it All your friends be dead, nigga, you must f*ck with Uzi When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci (yeah) Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at? Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that (Damn Chose Hard body DJ Chose)
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Written by: Fredrick II Givens, Jackie Plant, Norman Payne
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