FREDDIE DREDD - Real One lyrics

[FREDDIE DREDD - Real One lyrics]

One step, closed to the mains
Bumpin' 10 is fame two Glocks on my hand
U come give that fucking shit
See that life, in the fight
Them that shit is fucking type
Murder is on fucking fun
Knife on a fucking gun what the fuck u mean
Sippin' on some purple lean
Feeling wave, we can a hate sip
But i still no had to do that shit
Leak a my traffic cut
I will slice u so goddamn hard
I will send u back
To tha mouthafuckin' graveyard

More a murderous, keep it straight
From the get down, lay out
What the fucking take it choppin' heds throw
On the Tec, mouthafucka watch yo back
Creepin' to the devil night
Suckas neva packin' fight
Gotta chills, gotta bills, mouthafucka
Keep it myself to tha mouthafucka devil hoe
In my zone, break my phone
If u give tha need a kill
Give me now, smoke u like some fucking row

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