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    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

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    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
    I-I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
    I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up
    I-I'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

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