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Fred
by Benji Baby
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Benji Baby ya bitch favorite
Let's go!
I pour up the red
I count up the dead
That choppa gon chop em it turn you to shreds
Why all of these niggas got colorful dreads
Got couple of knots keep it under my bed
She gave me the head I don't want the legs
She throwing the pussy she suck it instead
I'm ducking the law stay low from the feds
I got couple rocks now they calllin me Fred
I cannot save her she is a hoe
She love the Miley she snort in her nose
Pop me a perky too keep me awake
We shake the building they thought it was quakes
Throw her a bone she be bitin the bait
I sing to that bitch she be calling me Drake
I put on the drip like a bucket of paint
Just give me the bread give a fuck bout the fame
Water in me
I need a boat
I be outside
You be at home
That nigga sound just like me he a clone
Don't got no friends but I got on Vlone
That ain't Off-White it ain't white enough
Shorty wanna fuck tell her spice it up
Pull up on your block and we light it up
Light it up
I pour up the red
I count up the dead
That choppa gon chop em it turn you to shreds
Why all of these niggas got colorful dreads
Got couple of knots keep it under my bed
She gave me the head I don't want the legs
She throwing the pussy she suck it instead
I'm ducking the law stay low from the feds
I got couple rocks now they calllin me Fred
They know it's me they don't gotta think twice
Okay the man with the hype
Why you tryna fuck with my bread or my people?
Okay just follow they light
Niggas know they can't hold up in the paint
He need some help get a easel
Wet em then I skirt off on the James
Burn up his skin he got measles
Imma just ball
Balling like John Wall yeah
Matter fact Chris Paul yeah
Okay better yet Steve Austin
Pop a perky now I'm drowsy uh
That's some midget that ain't sour nah
Water water that ain't Voss in here
Get a GPS it's saucy here
I don't want you to get lost in here
I pour up the red
I count up the dead
That choppa gon chop em it turn you to shreds
Why all of these niggas got colorful dreads
Got couple of knots keep it under my bed
She gave me the head I don't want the legs
She throwing the pussy she suck it instead
I'm ducking the law stay low from the feds
I got couple rocks now they calllin me Fred
Benji Baby ya bitch favorite
Let's go!
I pour up the red
I count up the dead
That choppa gon chop em it turn you to shreds
Why all of these niggas got colorful dreads
Got couple of knots keep it under my bed
She gave me the head I don't want the legs
She throwing the pussy she suck it instead
I'm ducking the law stay low from the feds
I got couple rocks now they calllin me Fred
I cannot save her she is a hoe
She love the Miley she snort in her nose
Pop me a perky too keep me awake
We shake the building they thought it was quakes
Throw her a bone she be bitin the bait
I sing to that bitch she be calling me Drake
I put on the drip like a bucket of paint
Just give me the bread give a fuck bout the fame
Water in me
I need a boat
I be outside
You be at home
That nigga sound just like me he a clone
Don't got no friends but I got on Vlone
That ain't Off-White it ain't white enough
Shorty wanna fuck tell her spice it up
Pull up on your block and we light it up
Light it up
I pour up the red
I count up the dead
That choppa gon chop em it turn you to shreds
Why all of these niggas got colorful dreads
Got couple of knots keep it under my bed
She gave me the head I don't want the legs
She throwing the pussy she suck it instead
I'm ducking the law stay low from the feds
I got couple rocks now they calllin me Fred
They know it's me they don't gotta think twice
Okay the man with the hype
Why you tryna fuck with my bread or my people?
Okay just follow they light
Niggas know they can't hold up in the paint
He need some help get a easel
Wet em then I skirt off on the James
Burn up his skin he got measles
Imma just ball
Balling like John Wall yeah
Matter fact Chris Paul yeah
Okay better yet Steve Austin
Pop a perky now I'm drowsy uh
That's some midget that ain't sour nah
Water water that ain't Voss in here
Get a GPS it's saucy here
I don't want you to get lost in here
I pour up the red
I count up the dead
That choppa gon chop em it turn you to shreds
Why all of these niggas got colorful dreads
Got couple of knots keep it under my bed
She gave me the head I don't want the legs
She throwing the pussy she suck it instead
I'm ducking the law stay low from the feds
I got couple rocks now they calllin me Fred
