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Plenty Guns Video (MV)




Performed By: Freddie Dredd
Language: English
Length: 1:26
Written by: Freddie Dredd, George Kala




Freddie Dredd - Plenty Guns Lyrics
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(Grah, grah)
Doomshop-

I got- I got plenty guns
Love it when you run
Gotta get it back, no return
F*ckin' with me, you gon' burn

Got the Glock, got the MAC
Got my riches filled with racks
F*ck a rubber band
Fill that shit up
Lose you in the brand new van
Crash that motherf*cker 'cause I'm too worked up
What the f*ck?
I'm breaking down the chances that I get away with all these guns
I'm havin' fun, don't stop me now
Unless you keep that talkin' down
No, not a peep, I wanna creep up on ya
This ya f*ckin' warnin'

How you feel with gats in yo' face?
Think you'd like to taste
Drugs in ya place, this is great
It's my f*ckin' day
See the sun, oh, it's the mornin'
'Cause it never stop for me
Hate what you see
But you see it in your dreams

What the hell my mama said?
What's alive is never dead
I'ma keep on walkin'
Ain't no flockin'
Through the darkness every day
Yack after yack
Got me sick and, what is that?
Your mortality
Is that what you're grippin' on?
You rattle me

Don't blow my high
Think I'm God?
Yeah, I'm that guy
Wanna fly?
I can help with that
Look up on my f*ckin' mag
Don't blow my high
Think I'm God?
Yeah, I'm that guy
Wanna fly?
I can help with that
Look up on my f*ckin' mag

I got- I got plenty guns
Love it when you run
Gotta get it back no return
F*ckin' with me, you gon' burn
I got- I got plenty guns
Love it when you run
Gotta get it back no return
F*ckin' with me you gon' burn
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(Grah, grah)
Doomshop-

I got- I got plenty guns
Love it when you run
Gotta get it back, no return
F*ckin' with me, you gon' burn

Got the Glock, got the MAC
Got my riches filled with racks
F*ck a rubber band
Fill that shit up
Lose you in the brand new van
Crash that motherf*cker 'cause I'm too worked up
What the f*ck?
I'm breaking down the chances that I get away with all these guns
I'm havin' fun, don't stop me now
Unless you keep that talkin' down
No, not a peep, I wanna creep up on ya
This ya f*ckin' warnin'

How you feel with gats in yo' face?
Think you'd like to taste
Drugs in ya place, this is great
It's my f*ckin' day
See the sun, oh, it's the mornin'
'Cause it never stop for me
Hate what you see
But you see it in your dreams

What the hell my mama said?
What's alive is never dead
I'ma keep on walkin'
Ain't no flockin'
Through the darkness every day
Yack after yack
Got me sick and, what is that?
Your mortality
Is that what you're grippin' on?
You rattle me

Don't blow my high
Think I'm God?
Yeah, I'm that guy
Wanna fly?
I can help with that
Look up on my f*ckin' mag
Don't blow my high
Think I'm God?
Yeah, I'm that guy
Wanna fly?
I can help with that
Look up on my f*ckin' mag

I got- I got plenty guns
Love it when you run
Gotta get it back no return
F*ckin' with me, you gon' burn
I got- I got plenty guns
Love it when you run
Gotta get it back no return
F*ckin' with me you gon' burn
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Writer: Freddie Dredd, George Kala
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management


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