Lyrics:
know what’s next
It’s the night of the living dead
Meet my friend. His name is Fred
See Fred just heard what stone just said
And he knows I’ll if he
I gotta keep a pipe that will take a nigga's life
And all them races on my bike, police chases from the racist in the night
Now, I'm with my niggas
sweet to my ear and soul
With your words, I live
To you, I give here
Gold
Story now ends
But the lesson begins
Zed's dead
Fred's living
For sayin'
on laughin' just so I wouldn't cry
Anyway, he bought blue orchids for my hair
I felt like Ginger Rogers after she lost Fred Astaire
I got by last night
bitch every night
[Outro: Domangue x Fred the Godson]
Pull up, pull up in the drop, tints up, so real
Whip, whip that bitch on a hundred dollar bill
To begging to get accepted
I'm pegging Fred
With the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with
And as for Lethal, don't forget what I said
I'm fucking
to fire, Netflix please don't sue me
I said what I said
Baby girl just give me some head
Imma take you to the bed
She used to be a guy named Fred!
Fred
ain't right, but I'm alright
That's a lie, I can't say I'm fine
But why? I can't say, but I
"I bet you're confused, John
I said there were two of y'all
Thinking I’m the one I’m outta sight yeah
Gone with the wind, coolin' In the moonlight It’s like 12am
We living that fast life it’s hard to resist
Might give
on myself I'm trying to right wrongs
I hit the gas and I start running like fred flinstone
She said I'm dead wrong sing it like a sing along
Aye Swear
the bed head
Who is it? (Fred) Who?
Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door
By that time someone jumped in the window
Now what the fuck was I do?
fake
Your eyes pop open like paper plates
You fronting MC, I hate to cap
I make hit records with the vicious raps
I said it before, I'll say it again
his home
He had everything he needed
As long as he had his mustache comb
Then Fred the Flamenco flew on by
With a messy tuft of hair
He said, "Melvin,
Christmas, right?
He creeped into town like a thief in the night
But this Grinch was not the same guy
He was just a little bit different, and I'm about to tell
whose name was fred
He'd bought him along to sing me a song
Right, let's hear it
Here, what's that clicking noise?
(that's fred, he's
â??Do you mind telling me what is on your head?â??
â??Who is that,â?? said George. â??Where are you?â??
â??Right behind you,â?? said the voice.
in the nineties
Like all the other locals
They smashed the dreams of the hopeful
I'm getting off track sorry
So like I said right in there
There
anymore
From the table head he cleared his throat
My grandpa Fred he finally spoke
He said James....
That's the stupidest shit I've heard all night
I'll
to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and fred benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "bitch!"
You
I was talking, I was talking to a cat the other night
He said, "What everybody is looking for?
What everybody's looking for today?"
They're
her a ride
I said "If I do that
You gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive"
'Cause I ain't for the tricking, no I ain't
I'm with my main bitch
strapped like dykes
Everyday Fred, that's my life
How you black like rice, when black not white so that's not right
And your ass not light
Your brown skin
and assassins and ladies of the night
I call upon you this evening in the hope of shedding some light
I can't go into detail or finger unfounded fools
But
uncle’s company now I tow cars
(now I tow cars)
He made his first half a mil with Fred Tokars
(with Fred Tokars)
Black power, Black power, white powder
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