Lyrics:
He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred!
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot, outside he wears it anyway!
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
the Arm & Hammer, I got PTSD from the fed cameras (I knew)
Playin' Fred Hammond in the Lambo'
I be everywhere you can't go
You don't love Michelle,
('Cause I have) I have no reason to fear
(I have no reason) I have no reason to fear
(The Lord is) the Lord is my light
(Oh yes he is) the Lord is my
on)she's exchanging words
Man she got some nerve
Fred Hammond said it first
Nope it just won't work
And that's how I
Know that I'm on the right traaaack
Yeah
Gotta try again
Gotta, gotta try again
Gotta try again
Mom was driving on the way to get her undergrad
She played Fred Hammond through
casualty yet I am stepping feel like Fred Hammond I'm singing no weapon
This is a remix I sing it like wop don't need to worry my God at the top
This is
at me like I
Ain't take my medication
And this was the cause of his detonation
He told me, "Step away from the vehicle"
This is becoming way too much
He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred!
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot, outside he wears it anyway!
This is the fourth by the four
'Please, Please Me', 'With The Beatles'
'Hard Day's Night' that's three
Now'beatles For Sale'
The young men
can't take it no longer
He getting bigger by the hour
Everyday getting stronger
The people give him more power
Intelligent, disciplined
He can
with it
You know I got Jesus by my side
Fred Hammond with it
Fluggie spank you
Then I shank you
Leave you in a ditch
I erase you
Tired of your stupid
as Compton (uh)
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
Today there's over five million Bloods
Jadakiss: Uh, I learnt the game
I know what I want and I'm in it
The time is now, it's gonna be up in a minute
You look a in the eye
You could tell if he
at Costco
Inhaling a long Raw no headphone iPhone playing gospel
Fred Hammond clean hard hooping in the park with nutso Bellflower
One lot after the K-Mart
flesh and smell like human fecal pies
Everybody shit's themselves after they die
(That's right)
Is a torture that's death by design
My consists of duct
Let me inspire you early in the game, no shame if you a beginner or amateur
Let me inspire you early before you start your day
This is an A.M. tour
for Fred, do it for Limp
Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken
Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK IT
He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you
try to sell a mill
But your chances are slim
Why don't you be like
Fred Hammond or the rest of them
I'm driven by purpose
But hindered by worthless
He's burnt up like a weenie
And his name is Fred!
He wears the same hat and
Sweater every single day
And even if it's hot
Outside he wears it anyway!
Gucci Hammond
Jesus be a fence
While my money stackin
Ima rebel
You should call me Fred Hampton
Who want the smoke
Cuz I will unleash the cracken
U
blessed
And I’ve come to like your music, John P. Kee and Fred Hammond too
And I not only read more, now I’m reading to you
So to all the Christian
nigga
This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga
Be Sig' Fred Kruger niggas
Nightmare (?) nigga
You scared 'cause I grew with Jigga
He
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac,
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