Second Line Lyrics in English Fredo Bang
Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Second Line by Fredo Bang from German to English.
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Fuck his family, let him second line
Fuck his family, let him second line
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red
it's a bag on they head
it's a bag on their head
Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine
Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine
fuck them niggas, make 'em second line
fuck them niggas, make 'em second line
Fuck a hater 'cause that iron will get your mind right
Fuck a hater 'cause that iron will get your mind right
Dropped a bag but I'm gon' ride to make sure that it's done right
Dropped a bag but I'm gon' ride to make sure that it's done right
Still thuggin', still posted in the cut
Still thuggin', still posted in the cut
I just bought the block, bitch that was us, yeah
I just bought the block, bitch that was us, yeah
Hit him in his leg, have him walkin' like a pimp do
Hit him in his leg, have him walkin' like a pimp do
Catch him down bad, then I'm goin' with my real move
Catch him down bad, then I'm goin' with my real move
Know that I be plottin', I been itchin' for me one more
Know that I be plottin', I been itchin' for me one more
I just snapped his partner, now I'm lookin' for the huncho
I just snapped his partner, now I'm lookin' for the huncho
Let the brass play
Let the brass play
How the fuck I end up first, I was in last place
How the fuck I ended up first, I was in last place
Lil' boy, I hopped out of jail and bought another Drac'
Lil' boy, I hopped out of jail and bought another Drac'
Nigga know they play with me, they see a early grave
Nigga know they play with me, they see an early grave
Fuck his family, let him second line
Fuck his family, let him second line
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red
it's a bag on they head
it's a bag on their head
Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine
Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine
fuck them niggas, make 'em second line
fuck them niggas, make 'em second line
We gon' bring the chops out every time the drop out
We gon' bring the chops out every time the drop out
Heard I had a ticket on his head, that nigga copped out
Heard I had a ticket on his head, that nigga copped out
Bad bitch in my DM, would've fucked her but she opped out
Bad bitch in my DM, would've fucked her but she opped out
Can't play me like I'm dumb, hoe, I'm a college dropout
Can't play me like I'm dumb, hoe, I'm a college dropout
I pop pills, I'm a Perculator
I pop pills, I'm a perculator
And you ain't gangster, blame your mama 'cause she raised a faker
And you ain't gangster, blame your mama 'cause she raised a faker
A hunnid rounds, I catch you more times than the fuckin' Lakers
A hunnid rounds, I caught you more times than the fuckin' Lakers
The judge labeled a menace, I ain't even stable
The judge labeled a menace, I ain't even stable
Rock you like a cradle, nigga
Rock you like a cradle, nigga
Fuck his family, let him second line
Fuck his family, let him second line
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red
it's a bag on they head
it's a bag on their head
Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine
Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine
fuck them niggas, make 'em second line
fuck them niggas, make 'em second line
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