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I'm stepping up to her
With a pick up line, like this

Call me Fred Fuckstone
'cause I make your bed rock
What a Juggalo gotta do for a headshot?
Bring

Grippin the blade in my fist
I don't really wanna put a slit in my wrist
But think if I did
The Mothafuckas jump on my shit
They fuckin with it
I think I'd

Then it's gotta be Fred
If you see me running quick
Then it's gotta be Feds

Yeah I got Expectations that's gotta be met
So my wife, so I got em for head

the sky was blue
And I could draw such joy from you, my cocky friend
I heard you tapping on the tiles
Like Fred Astaire putting on the style
Looking like

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ES DESPERTA EL DIA AMB FRED
MOTIUS PER SOBREVIURE
EL SOMRIURE QUE TU EM DONES

UNS LLAVIS TREMOLOSOS
DAMUNT DELS MEUS CLOSOS
ESBÓS PÀLLID D'UN BES

the sky was blue
And I could draw such joy from you, my cocky friend
I heard you tapping on the tiles
Like Fred Astaire putting on the style
Looking like

I wish I could hear the B-52's for the very first time again
Ricky and Fred, Kate, Cindy and Keith, forever and ever, amen
I wish I could remember

d’autres matins
Même s’ils sont sans lendemain
Revenez me voir
Si vous êtes seul un soir
Nous ferons l’amour
Miauw, Wouf et balou balou

Au fond de mes draps

CcRRIER
DEBONcIRE 
THE PRESENT DcY FRED cSTcIRE EXCEPT FOR BETTER STEPS 
BETTER WEcR YOUR MEDICcRE BRcCELET WHEN I GET c CHcIR 
BOOM RICK FLcRE EXCEPT I'M

sizze ed una punta d'hash
Ti tiro pizze, sì il mambo è tipo i Boomdabash
Sotto fanno i cori come per la punta ultras
Infami fuori dal mio back perché

Poppa
J'suis le chief le flow glisse comme cobra
Mon son ne-tour chez Fred comme chez Omar
Elle me voit elle sait qu'c'est sanction dada
Elle vit le flow

a pool of blood they soaking,
I ain’t really wit the hoping 
Organization that’s what I’m promoting

Chorus:	X2

[3D Na’Tee]
Yeah...
[I can’t…]
Get a break

the thinnest air 
Fishscales on my skin and hair
Set sail but you but you didn’t care
Dancing like I’m Fred Astaire standing on a Finesterre 
Ready for the rocks

d3n koraa forgeti na nigga no go fornicate
Dragon I always come with the same fire
Ns3mfon 3kyer3 me how to run an empire
Meny3 fearo forgeti nnipa oo

her
My friends tried talkin to me
They tried stoppin' me
(If she had a gun they'd
Arrest her for robbery)
I knew she was playin me for every dime
But I

shit I’m back in the cave
Pull up on your bae like back in the day
I got monsters I got demons under my bed
If it wasn’t for this shit I’d probably be

My dawgy got sum pros for sale he ain't no amateur
If you niggas got sum money you'd be happier
Gotta keep a mop like a janitor
Chopper get

the latest indeed
Down to E, I'm too humble my ego don't bleed
You can try to compete
But you can never impede
F-R-E-Double D- I-E (Yeah that's me, yeah that's

to be kept
Most understood, you’ve designed every spec
On repeat
Biggie, Em and Kid Kudi
Drew him in, listening, the lyrics he’d study
Making sure, every

And as the Englishmen in their castles pour scorn and abuse
On society's refuse, it's those I'm OK, Jack Blues

Well, down the local boozer trots laughing Fred
With

song by Seal
Riding til we lost every motherfucking wheel
And the engine dead, so we Wilma and Fred, on our feet to the crib
Thought all we need is love

nothin' to Fred
Every six months I pay a Rollie cover in rent
I done a grow view, got nicked for it then done one again
Yo, they wanna talk but there's

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