letra de danny glover - fredo santana
[intro]
fredo, squad
savage squad, baby
double s-r
squad
(808 mafia)
[chorus]
okay, cool, see this og what i’m smokin’
try to rob me and i’ma up and up that toaster (bop bop)
if he holdin’ work, kidnap his mother (what?)
i got shooters shootin’ no discussion
every time i call my plug, you know i need like two bricks (two bricks)
boy, that p-ssy old, i need a new b-tch (a new b-tch)
foreign cars outside, it got like two b-tches (two b-tches)
check my resume, boy, i do this (i do this)
[verse 1]
who the f-ck told you that fredo wasn’t the n-gga that run up the city (chiraq)
i call up o’block, 6hunna, 3hunna, you know they ride with me (the guys)
we pull up in vans, all black, so you know they be tinted (skrt)
i call up black and otf, 2 rip, they with me
trappin’ my lifestyle
i’m livin’ too wild
even in my bathroom
ak’s all around
just popped a lotta xans, forgot where i’m at
hope you ain’t kissed that b-tch ’cause i swear she be goin’ down
i just bought a motherf-ckin’ trap and a motherf-ckin’ brick just godd-mn came with it (what the f-ck?)
any n-gga want beef, hollows comin’ at his fendy (bang bang bang)
with this 45. in your mouth (drill)
you call me a motherf-ckin’ dentist
most yo asses b-tches, don’t give no f-ck about feelings
[chorus]
okay, cool, see this og what i’m smokin’
try to rob me and i’ma up and up that toaster (bop bop)
if he holdin’ work, kidnap his mother (what?)
i got shooters shootin’ no discussion
every time i call my plug, you know i need like two bricks (two bricks)
boy, that p-ssy old, i need a new b-tch (a new b-tch)
foreign cars outside, it got like two b-tches (two b-tches)
check my resume, boy, i do this (i do this)
[verse 2]
all these rappers they be lyin’, they be actin’, don’t believe that sh-t is a gimmick (is a gimmick, is)
my pockets is swole, my pockets is fat, yo sh-t is gettin’ slimmed (d-mn)
me and them keys together, sh-t, we like mike and pippen
thinkin’ to myself like “i f-ck thousands of women” (hahahaha)
at the same time, grippin’ on my pistol (bang)
’cause i can’t trust these n-ggas or these dumb ass b-tches (i don’t)
i remember when i ain’t have a pot ot p-ss it (i remember)
now, i’m somewhere with your b-tch and her mouth on my c-ck
brand new 45., automatic 100 shot, can’t even fit in my pocket
pull up on yo block, get to poppin’ ain’t no stoppin’ (buh buh)
stay up in yo lane boy, don’t be another news topic (what?)
i’m big boss fredo so all i eat is steak and lobster
[chorus]
okay, cool, see this og what i’m smokin’
try to rob me and i’ma up and up that toaster (bop bop)
if he holdin’ work, kidnap his mother (what?)
i got shooters shootin’ no discussion
every time i call my plug, you know i need like two bricks (two bricks)
boy, that p-ssy old, i need a new b-tch (a new b-tch)
foreign cars outside, it got like two b-tches (two b-tches)
check my resume, boy, i do this (i do this)
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