FREDDIE DREDD - Blow lyrics

Blow your brains out wit'
A fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin'
Doomshop, mothafucka
Blow your brains out wit' a
Fuckin' forty-five,  bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch

What the hell you smokin' on
You actin' like a bitch?
Freddie Dredd is runnin' up on you with
Double clips i don't even need to look
I close my damn eyes
What the fuck I'm shootin' at? Oh
It's the blue sky
I'ma aim it anyways, fuck if ya die
No bitch, why are you assumin' I am high?
I am not high, bitch, I'm a bad guy
Let me go to work, bitch, tie my damn tie
I'ma step all over the dead
Smoke the pack just not to give
A fuck what you said flying coast to coast
I give a fuck 'bout the bread
Don't step too close to the fuckin' Fred

I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
Bitches wanna fuck but can
I spare another nut?
All these hoes, these bitches wanna know
"Hey man, Freddie
Where did you get ya flow?"
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
II'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
II'm too buck, I'm too strapped up

Blow your brains out wit'
A fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin'
Doomshop, mothafucka
Blow your brains out wit'
A fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Blow your brains out wit'
A fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin'
Doomshop, mothafucka
Blow your brains out wit'
A fuckin' forty-five, bitch
Forty-five, bitch, fuckin' forty-five, bitch