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Them niggas are lying them niggas are bitch mate I'm rollin' with bro and you know 'bout his dip game I'm Fredo from young, I been whippin' this grub and shit Bro they acting like gangstas, they see us and run and shit Tryna cop me a joint I can fill with a hundred clip I was 15 with crack tryna run from the government And now I put powder In blenders, no supplement My white fans they tell me I'm muggin It Taking the piss Harvey nicks and I'm taking a lift All them hoes wanna taste of my stick Everyday bro I'm making a flip, you know how it is This life's mad, I had a lot of stress [] It changed nothingI Niggas talking shit, til we slide around and then change suttin' Yeah the names buzzin' (Fredo) Plus I'm shooting cells from a half a box And my bitch looks just like Lara Croft You're talking trap trap, but you hardly shot And my bitch can't ask me 'bout cheating Can't you see that you're shoes are In season Everyone's rich fam you should leave It 'cuz you're mum gets the bus every evening Whats good for this big man Fam he's riding with children I was meant to be in school Letras de cancionesBut I was riding In Kilburn Free my little homies, free my big brodies Can't wait til you're coming back I took a lot of grub off a lot of plugs Bro I swear I didn't run it back We just rid out last night And tonight bro we're coming back And a young G just taped off your strip I heard little homie got double stabbed Enough of dat Don't be talking 'bout booty my bitch got enough of that And last year, It was O15 and a run through a hundred stacks I'm a young nigga getting whole things so what can you tell me I'm with my new bitch, in my new whip, she taking new selfies And my trap spot gets its 5 a day, swear It's too healthy I won't stop dropping rocks in the pot unit what? I'm too wealthy Just got me a 4 in the baby I'm flying to my kitchen, you know I'm gonna cook it up And the ops have been hitting the news Bro swear you can look It up Meanwhile the sexiest gyal In the city wanna look at us My wrist was hurtin' so I had to ask bro bro to cook It up You're mashin' the work with no hoody up Then you're fully fucked Got a young bull sliding around and a swear he's on go go Still I'm dodging these feds and these fans And these cams and these photos Out In upsah I'm serving them packs and I'm serving them low low I got 16s of [] swear to god they're like rolo's From Letras Mania