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Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Stimme und Gesang
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fredrick fisher
fredrick fisher
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Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
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Wave Mechanics
Wave Mechanics
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Fred on Em
Fred on Em
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Lyrics

Wave Mechanics FredOnEm I run up a sack, yeah I put my hands in the trap Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it's cap I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch And my lighter, what's up with that? She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga With them hundreds, what's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that? I run up a sack, yeah I put my hands in the trap Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it's cap I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch And my lighter, what's up with that? She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga With them hundreds, what's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that? Niggas pull up with the honey buns (yeah) Niggas pull up with a hundred guns (doo-doo-doo) I got a chopper on 101 (yeah) Tryna juug me a metric ton Eatin' crab down at Benihan' (yeah) Fuck around and you gon' see the mob Tell my niggas so wacky, they do the job (uh) I been finessin', I'm hella fried (uh) I been pimpin' on a bed of brawn Young nigga, I be drippin' hard (hahaha) I need my back end, yeah, that back end Yeah, I'm talkin' a hundred large (large) I'ma stunt hard with the whole gang We might pull up, a hundred cars (skrrt) I'ma do my thang, I'ma maintain I'm a real nigga, don't fuck with y'all (fuck) I can get you in with one call (bag) Shopping sprees when I'm in the mall (yeah) Got a bad bitch, she gon' buy it all (yeah) I'ma spend a check, get the neck (bag) Then I'm dippin' out just like a fuckin' dog Niggas talk down on the Don But me, I ain't goin', I'm stuck with y'all I need a bag, I'ma get it all (damn) I run up a sack, yeah I put my hands in the trap Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it's cap I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch And my lighter, what's up with that? She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga With them hundreds, what's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that? I run up a sack, yeah I put my hands in the trap Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it's cap I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch And my lighter, what's up with that? She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga With them hundreds, what's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that? Shawty mixin' yola (damn) Yellow señorita (Spanish) You can't talk to her (hahaha) She don't really fuck with people (let's go) She so gone Off that Henny and that margarita (she gone) She a freak, give me head When I mop the feet up (ooh) 59 comin' down Keep a burner when I ride around (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrr-) Ps on me, keep 'em safe and sound (Ps) I ain't talkin' shit, I'ma finna run it now (go) Keep the trap closed like a haunted house (trap) Cell phone boomin', plays bustin' out (brr) Heard Don got it, that's the word of mouth I don't give a fuck unless you talkin' bags (yeah, yeah) I run up a sack, yeah (damn) I put my hands in the trap Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it's cap I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch And my lighter, what's up with that? She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga With them hundreds, what's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that? I run up a sack, yeah I put my hands in the trap Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it's cap I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch And my lighter, what's up with that? She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga With them hundreds, what's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?
Writer(s): Fredrick Fisher, Don Toliver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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