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letra de harold's - alex goose remix - freddie gibbs & madlib

[verse 1]
i keep the chip off in my cell phone, pocket full of stones
smoking on the strong, freddie kane, freddie corleone
marshalltown n-ggas, had a n-gga running home (b-tch)
i call kinnell, get me a .38, now b-tch is on (b-tch)
9 millimeter baretta to 40 cal (yuh)
glock 23 fresh up out the box, b-tch i hold it down (uh)
i hit the stroll with a chili bowl and a crooked smile (yeah)
fast forward ten years, came back with roley’s with golden crowns (b-tch)
skinny n-gga, six-wing mild sauce (yeah)
with all the fries you can give me, i tear them b-tches off
ski mask on yo baby daddy? well, that’s that n-gga loss (b-tch)
pointin’ my trey five seven, i got my point across (yeah yeah)
a skinny n-gga, six-wing, mild sauce (yeah yeah)
with all the fries you can give me, i tear them b-tches off (fries, n-gga)
this burning hole in my pocket got me out here flippin’ soft (uh)
.223 on my enemy, i tear them b-tches off (uh, yeah)

[chorus]
a skinny n-gga, six-wing, mild sauce
with all the fries you can give me, i tear them b-tches off
a plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottom
but f-ck my enemies, what you looking for? b-tch i got ’em
say b-tch i got ’em , say b-tch i got ’em
f-ck my enemies, what you looking for? b-tch i got ’em
say b-tch i got ’em, say b-tch i got ’em
f-ck my enemies, what you looking for? b-tch i got ’em
[verse 2]
kfc, harold’s, sharks or popeyes
adidas suit with a plate of chicken, got mob ties
a fresh delt’, weed crumbs on my plush seats
i got my license now, i’m backseat f-cking every week (yuh)
a thick b-tch live in miller, go to work (fo’sho)
3:30, school was out then i was fresh under her skirt
them project n-ggas hit that b-tch, that p-ssy went berserk (fo’sho)
don’t hit without that trojan, f-ck around, you might get burnt (ugh)
she was raised in the church, turnt out in the ghetto (uh)
lock it, p-ssy pop it, i swear this b-tch deserve a medal
seen school girls turn into strippers in stilettos (yeah)
pimpin’ ’til i die, if you wanna stop then get ya shovel b-tch
extra sauce with the bread stuck to the bottom
freddie forgiato, all my b-tches spoiled rotten (yeah)
cop that llama, got the hollows poppin’ out the barrel
got a stain for them hubbas, meet me at the harold’s, b-tch

[interlude]
and i remember when the harold’s was on 15th, n-gga
(right on 15th, n-gga)
you know what i’m saying? (for real though, fo’sho)
i used to hit the muh’f-cka all the time, n-gga
straight dope stains and chicken wings, you know what i’m saying?

- freddie gibbs madlib

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