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Freddy Lyrics - Artist : Fredo
She's getting it ready
Wanna sell it to Freddy No lie, we don't spend on a jezzy Thirty racks that I spent on a prezzy When we step in the Fendi, we're spending a twenty The women, she'll never forget me My youngen in black, messy Yeah, I just got the wap in, heavy Them drops are holding horses I got this co-imported Nah, it didn't drop it Europe Lots of touring out on the street Them shoes that down by my feet I got them now but they're out in a week Four foreigns, we're out in a fleet Niggas rolling, I round up the team Listen Yeah, my youngens are juggin', doing their ting, food in the cling In two days, man's viewing the crib And two weeks rent costs two and a bit Got a view and it's lit Half a box, man's doing that quick My cunch ends popped off so much, I packed my bags and moved to the strip Niggas be talking trapping, they're lying Look at my bracelet, actually diamonds 'Bout to whip this pack I'm frying Balmain rips, not scratched by lion Niggas don't want me to pop out Cleaning the strip with the mop out We used to chat, she's blocked now 'Cause she gave me hat, pop down For my wrist, it's some buss down Who can I trust now? Rolling with uck town Going to uck town, I don't do shows without uck now And all of my shows getting shutdown Thirty six O's getting bruck down Yeah, you had some money, you're bruck now I spend couple hundred on lunch now Leave gyal shy when I come 'round Check out my coat, that's a chinchilla She wanna hold on my chinchilla Chill nigga, six figures Women with us, they got sick figures Check him, I'm boiling and rocking Watching the oils, they're dropping Whip it up, oils are locking Plus all of my boils are problem Yeah, gunners are with me, you know it Yeah, I'm running the city, you know it Yeah, I'm clubbing, it's with me, I got it No, it's nuttin' to spin all the profit Told myself I ain't shopping this week Next day, Harvey, top and a jeans Both of them shits gonna cost me a G Sayin', show this to your people innit |
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