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de Freddie Dredd

I go until the end
I killin' all your friends
Busted at they fuckin' door
I keep that shit up on the low

Freddie murder bitches in the middle of the street
Pointed at them and they geek
Pull the trigger, I’m a freak

I’m the real deal, packing steel
Call me fuckin' Holyfield
When my power gonna bust, bullet turn you into dust

Rest in peace you little bitch
Come on dare me make me rich
Feel why hatred in my soul, gripping on the forty four

Let it pop I let you drop
You know freddie fuck the Opp
Doom is the click, y'all bitches ain't shit
Just a corpse, got to go
Try to match up with my flow
Murder goes in the show
Single shot slit your throat (yuh)

Oh, bang two hundred eighty nine till ya fuckin' mine
Roll it slow with forty four, aimin' at your throat
Me and Zye, gonna let you die, til your fuckin' mine
Sipping mud, do the coke
Motherfucker do the most

Oh bang two hundred eighty nine till ya fuckin' mine
Roll it slow with forty four, aimin' at your throat
Me and Zye, gonna let you die, til your fuckin' mine
Sipping mud, do the coke
Motherfucker do the most

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