| Call a nigga say what’s up man
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| Squad shit
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| Savage Squad shit bitch
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| Savage Squad shit bitch
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| Fredo what up man
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| Fredo man Lil Reesy we in this bitch
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| Reesy, hey what’s up man
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| I’da ran up that paper, I got that new money
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| Lame niggas hatin', but ain’t gon' do nothin'
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| You gon' make me grab my chopper and just shoot somethin'
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| You gon' make me grab my chopper & just shoot somethin'
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| Say you got a body nigga prove somethin' (prove sum)
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| Make me grab my chopper and just shoot somethin'
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| Say you gotta body nigga prove somethin'
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| All my niggas grimy, we gon do somethin'
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| Say you gotta chopper, nigga shoot somethin'
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| Skeet off from the scene, it was two somethin'
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| Skeet off from the scene, I got to dumpin'
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| Now I ain’t with the talk, cause I’ma do somethin'
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| Miss me with the talking, nigga you bluffin'
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| This shit get so deep, man I said fuck my cousin
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| Hit that bitch and put her out like it was nothin'
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| Smoking out the pound, we used to roll fob nothin'
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| Used to be my mans, now like at you like nothin'
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| I came up from nothing, now I’m on to somethin'
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| And all this shit can’t stop me, nigga cause I’m keep hustlin'
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| Ay
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| I’da ran up that paper, I got that new money
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| Lame niggas hatin', but ain’t gon' do nothin'
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| You gon' make me grab my chopper and just shoot somethin'
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| You gon' make me grab my chopper & just shoot somethin'
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| Say you got a body nigga prove somethin' (prove sum)
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| Make me grab my chopper and just shoot somethin'
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| Say you gotta body nigga prove somethin'
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| Light up a fuck nigga crib in broad day (damn)
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| Can’t find that nigga, shoot where his momma stay (fuck it)
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| Three killers with me, damn in your driveway (damn)
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| Deebo a nigga, snatch his chain like Friday (fuck him!)
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| Trap or die, I get mine the harder way (what?)
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| And you can’t get a penny like Tim Hardaway (trap!)
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| I juug, finesse, I get mine the smarter way (juug)
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| Pull up with AK’s where your son and daughter stay (glahh)
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| Extort a lame nigga, man he gotta pay (fuck him!)
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| I put that bag on your head if I gotta pay (fuck him!)
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| Kill a nigga, I ain’t like his ass anyway
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| Lil folks shoot you in the face, I ain’t gotta spray (boss)
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| Ay, ay
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| I’da ran up that paper I got that new money
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| Lame niggas hatin' but they ain’t gon' do nothin'
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| You gon' make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
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| Fake ass tough niggas
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| Say you out here man
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| Do something man
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| Nigga turn up
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| Squad shit man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Prove Sum , by - Fredo Santana. Song from the album Fredo Kruger 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп