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21 Lyrics by Lary Over Lary Over , Fredo Bang
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Chorus 1
Bitches I cut off, they still mine
Locked out of ig and I'm still alive
How you come with the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still died
Let that bitch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for?
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco
He turned twenty-one, get the lv
Gotta hop out the porsche, you gon' step in
Lil' nigga got colder, ain't flexin'
He been holdin' that bitch with his left hand
Let that bitch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for?
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco
Verse 1
El draco los pone a bailar como tiktok
Se cagan cuando escuchan el click-clack
Me meto las perco como tic tac
Y te matamos como mato la pista
Tito puente con los palos
Jefe de jefe', pablo y gonzalo
Trabajo que suba, él nunca me sale
Quien me conspire se caga en la hollow, ¡rrr!
Dior, dior la .40 en el mahón
Fredo y lary metiendo presión
Y el que pillemo', ¡rra!
Mandando el azúcar como celia cruz
Mandamo' nosotros, baja la actitud
O si no te paseamo' en el baúl
Y te apagamo' la lu'
Chorus 2
Bitches I cut off, they still mine
Locked out of ig and I'm still alive
How you come with the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still died
Let that bitch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for?
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco
He turned twenty-one, get the lv
Gotta hop out the porsche, you gon' step in
Lil' nigga got colder, ain't flexin'
He been holdin' that bitch with his left hand
Let that bitch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for?
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco
Verse 2
When I turned sixteen I was spinnin'
I was out here spinnin' with a perm'
Bang on my name, 'cause I earned
Nigga got cold on my burner
Got the drop on a nigga, tryna learn 'em
'fore the dirty, get my hands dirty
Bitches ain't no prop, I know how to work
I ain't squashin' shit, I'm lay that work
Got the glock in the bag, on my own like a purse, yeah
Droppin' the baggage and became a thing
I was out spinnin' and skatin' rain
Rap good but a nigga got murder
Jesus piece with a satan chain
Turned sixteen, got a .9
Turned eighteen, got a case
Twenty-one I was locked in a cell
On parole, still ride with the drac'
Chorus 3
Bitches I cut off, they still mine
Locked out of ig and I'm still alive
How you come with the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still died
Let that bitch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for?
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco
He turned twenty-one, get the lv
Gotta hop out the porsche, you gon' step in
Lil' nigga got colder, ain't flexin'
He been holdin' that bitch with his left hand
Let that bitch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for?
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco
Outro
El guasón, bebé
Dímelo, fredo
Fredo bang
Frank miami
Frank miami
Carbon fiber music
Jajajaja
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Carlos Efren Reyes Rosado, Franklin Jovani Martinez, Fredrick Givens, Jackie Lane Plant Jr, Norman Payne, Raymond Louis Guevara
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