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iphone 6 - da real gee money lyrics

[intro]
(fredo bang & -da real gee money- )
iphone 6
juugin’, i’m juugin’ off this iphone 6
juugin’, juugin’
i’m boomin’ off this iphone 6
-juug!-
say thug… ay, um
-you know-
pull around the back, mane
-come roun’ there.-
you, know, yeah. i don’t serve in the front
-nuh-uh.-
nah
-say, who that is?
ay, ay, where you goin’?!-

[chorus: da real gee money & fredo bang ] [2x]
dumb!
i’m boomin off this iphone 6 (dumb!)
i’m juugin off this android, b-tch (dumb!)
hit the backstreet, i give it to ya quick( dumb!)
i’m on the front street, tryna hit a l!ck (blvd mel!)

[verse 1 -blvd mel]
h-llo? h-llo? who is this? (f-ck is this?)
got lil’ fredo wit me yeah he do his sh-t (he do his sh-t)
blvd die hard we with the sh-ts (we with the sh-ts)
if a n-gga play with youngin he get split (pah)
gee money out the roof with the d-ck (brrrrrr)
murder 1, homicide, this whole clique (this whole clique)
and i’m still booming off the i6 (i6)
trap phone doin’ number that’s a brick (that’s a brick)

h-llo, h-llo, h-llo?

[verse 2 – fredo bang]
fredo!
b-tch i’m fredo bang
listen wit ya ear (yuh, yuh yuh!)
pharmaceuticals, i’m livin’ off of pills (i’m eatin’ good!)
p-ssy talkin’ messy, i could get it clear (huh?)
hit up mel, bullets rip ’em from the rear (drrrrrr)
i got tabs, i got bars, i got lean (b-tch i keep it!)
i keep a rod, murder run up in my jeans (b-tch i keep it!)
i hit the parish, i am trippin’ in them bars (nah!!)
gee money caught a sale, i make bail, f-ck tha charge (i’m flashing out!)

[chorus]

[verse 3- da real gee money]
da real gee money, you know

flexin’ and finessin’, b-tch i’m juugin’ in yo section (juug!)
serve it to you raw but i can’t come without my weapon (never!)
don’t f-ck with too many i run with the same n-ggas (squad!)
try to throw a cross and i’m bussin’ ya brain n-gga (brapp papp pap)
i pop tabs, not no bars (yea!)
never slippin’, keep my rod (i keep it!)
just in case, it’s on my waist (huh?)
i promise you won’t make it far (nah!)
fredo trappin’ out the back (trap!)
juugin tryna flip the pack (juug!)
i’m in the front, with my gun
tryna see who i could jack

[verse 4 – ymm captain]
let me get ’em, gee
look
juugin and finessin’
comin’ back from texas
got a yeah with the yeah told me meet him off [?]
other line jumpin’ (brrrt!)
n-gga b-tch say she want s-x me
but i can’t say her name cause this tax season she gone bless me (shh)
h-llo?
this the plug
i done made a plug order
50,000 dollar bond
on the run from drug charges
xd, i love 40’s
if it’s war, i got guns
would have been went and got kwan, if he woulda had a bond (run it up!)

[chorus x 3]

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