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Fredo Bang – Second Line Lyrics
Fredo Bang
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Look like DJ Chose) (Hardbody) Yeah F*ck his family, let him second line I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine Yeah, I'ma paint the city red Uh, it's a bag on they head Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine Huh, f*ck them niggas, make 'em second line F*ck a hater 'cause that iron will get your mind right Dropped a bag but I'm gon' ride to make sure that it's done right Still thuggin', still posted in the cut I just bought the block, bitch that was us, yeah Hit him in his leg, have him walkin' like a pimp do Catch him down bad, then I'm goin' with my real move Know that I be plottin', I been itchin' for me one more I just snapped his partner, now I'm lookin' for the huncho Let the brass play How the f*ck I end up first, I was in last place Lil' boy, I hopped out of jail and bought another Drac' Nigga know they play with me, they see a early grave Yeah F*ck his family, let him second line I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine Yeah, I'ma paint the city red Uh, it's a bag on they head Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine Huh, f*ck them niggas, make 'em second line We gon' bring the chops out every time the drop out Heard I had a ticket on his head, that nigga copped out Bad bitch in my DM, would've fucked her but she opped out Can't play me like I'm dumb, hoe, I'm a college dropout I pop pills, I'm a Perculator And you ain't gangster, blame your mama 'cause she raised a faker A hunnid rounds, I catch you more times than the fuckin' Lakers The judge labeled a menace, I ain't even stable Rock you like a cradle, nigga Yeah F*ck his family, let him second line I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine Yeah, I'ma paint the city red Uh, it's a bag on they head Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine Huh, f*ck them niggas, make 'em second line (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Look like DJ Chose) (Hardbody)