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Harry Fraud

Rory William Quigley (born January 26, 1987), known professionally as Harry Fraud, is an American record producer and composer. Primarily a hip hop producer, Fraud began producing at an early age and began interning at a recording studio after graduating high school. First discovered by French Montana during a recording session in Chinatown in early 2009, Fraud has gone on to become a fixture in the New York underground and mixtape scene. He gained mainstream attention when his song with French Montana "Shot Caller" became one of the most added tracks on urban contemporary radio between 2011-2012.Fraud has produced collaborative records with various rappers, such as Flight 2011 (2011) with Chinx Drugz; Rugby Thompson (2012) with Smoke DZA; Cigarette Boats (20… more »

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(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

It's a rainy night in Georgia
That's what I heard
But I was out in Morgan With the homey sellin' birds
Hit the interstate mashing, still smashing 
No smoking in the car to keep the Police from asking 
Couple offers for the set, I report em, we brackin'
Passing thru Eugene, I hit a hotel 
Popping at the bitches selling pussy at the motel 
It's a lot going' on on the Interstate 5
I knocked a bitch out in Seattle, told her hope in my ride 
Ima take her to the vin, show her how to get to it 
Cross the border like its nothing slapping P-funk music 
Mmos fixed me up a plate, I'm eating good now 
Everytime I drop a tape, they say P Worthy make the hood proud 
Street legend, that what I claim I really mean that 
Since the days of 99 I swear to God, I really mean that 
13 selling quarter ounces if you need that 
Return of the Mack, not pimping 
They send the P back 
I attract the low track, I told her bring it all back 

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes
Fake niggas, hate on us, can't cope
I just want to buy myself a Low-Low
And my mama a Benz
Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends 

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes
Fake niggas, hate on us, can't cope
I just want to buy myself a Low-Low
And my mama a Benz
Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends 

Scugging in the bucket trying to get myself a Mil'
Serving on the corner, hugging pavement
Gripping steel 
Champagne dreaming, hoping one day make it real 
Until that day come, I'm posted scraping up my scril'
I carry all my emotions deep inside this foam cup
Puffing on these herbal essences lonely in the cut 
Visions of that candy paint dripping off the trunk
Daytons man they call me coming straight from out the mud 
And if it don't make dollars then it wont make no sense 
The only language that Rami can speak is making ends 
I push a hard line for my momma and my friends 
I was hoping i could take her from the hood, and put her in a Benz 
House in the hills, purse full of mils
Closet full of heels, eating thousand dollar meals 
I'm gonna break you out this game, cause the streets is getting cold
Be careful who you gon' trust and always be on your toes
Safer and solid in your words
I'd rather be respected than liked, that shit is earned 
Now look into the eyes of a motherfuckin' boss
I can tell you about this life, and I can tell you what it cost 
Bitch 

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes
Fake niggas, hate on us, can't cope
I just want to buy myself a Low-Low
And my mama a Benz
Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends 

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes
Fake niggas, hate on us, can't cope
I just want to buy myself a Low-Low
And my mama a Benz
Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends

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