Receipts Lyrics in English Fredo Bang
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Ayy, say, you can check the facts
Ayy, say, you can check the facts
You know I ain't never lied in a song
You know I ain't never lied in a song
Everything I talked about, I actually did
Everything I talked about, I actually did
shout out T-Boy
shout out T-Boy
ayy
ayy
Turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
Turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
All your friends be dead, nigga, you must fuck with Uzi
All your friends be dead, nigga, you have to fuck with Uzi
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that
Wait you know we put shit in the grave for playing games bitch
Wait you know we put shit in the grave for playing games bitch
Pull on side the whip and spray, fuck who he came with
Pull on side the whip and spray, fuck who he came with
Real ape up out the jungle you can't tame this
Really ape up out of the jungle you can't tame this
Nigga sweet as cookies call them Famous Amos
Nigga sweet as cookies call them Famous Amos
Fuck with the opps then you gon' die for who you hang with
Fuck with the opps then you gon' die for who you hang with
T-shirt blood stains what the business is?
T-shirt blood stains what the business is?
Drop a diss, youngin hollerin' what the ticket is
Drop a diss, youngin hollerin' what the ticket is
Ooh, push that dick off in his bitch I don't care how you feel
Ooh, push that dick off in his bitch I don't care how you feel
Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
All your friends be dead, nigga, you must fuck with Uzi
All your friends be dead, nigga, you have to fuck with Uzi
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that
Paid off them bodies if I murk 'em get a hundo
Paid off them bodies if I murk 'em get a hundo
I'm on 75 with a .30 in the console
I'm on 75 with a .30 in the console
Pop 'em from the three I'ma pull up like Toronto
Pop 'em from the three I'ma pull up like Toronto
Bitch I beat a murder charge I feel like OJ in that Bronco
Bitch I beat a murder charge I feel like OJ in that Bronco
Brand new Glock nine but I can shoot don't call me Rondo
Brand new Glock nine but I can shoot don't call me Rondo
And I just added hollow tips them bitches piercing just like Paul
And I just added hollow tips them bitches piercing just like Paul
We throw them dirty sticks away just so the murders never solved
We throw them dirty sticks away just so the murders are never solved
And I ain't never squash no beef so bitch your OG better not call
And I ain't never squash no beef so bitch your OG better not call
Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
Ayy, turn down your gangsta, nigga, you just makin' music
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
He got a .30 we ain't never seen him use it
All your friends be dead, nigga, you must fuck with Uzi
All your friends be dead, nigga, you have to fuck with Uzi
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci
When it's 'bout that murder bitch I'm similar to Gucci
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Bitch if you beefin' then we beefin' back
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got a body don't believe him, need a receipt with that
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say he got them drakes, bitch, you lyin' where you keep 'em at?
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that
Say you gotta body but you lyin', need a receipt with that
(Damn Chose
(Damn Chose
Hard body
Hard body
DJ Chose)
DJ Chosen)
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