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wishing he would - fredgotit lyrics

[verse 1]
she chasing me, but i’m chasing a bag
and my money so long i can trap out the stash
if i see them blue lights, then you know imma dash
if i tap the cash app, this a digital dash
and i never really let em get out my bag
it’s a d*ck on the glock, this a extended mag
what the f*ck is you doing, if you not in yo bag
that lil b*tch, she a thot, had to put her on blast (yeah)

[hook 1]
i’m just a turnt n*gga from the grip
but i got some turnt n*ggas in the six
what you got in that cup lil momma? take a sip
i’m not cuffing no hoe, hit her once and i dip
that lil boy, he a baby, go get him some milk
turnt the f*ck up, i ain’t asking for help
i can run that lil money, yo, boy this a check

[verse 2]
lil boy you is a p*ssy, my f*ck on yo neck
how i flow on the beat, boy these n*ggas upset
had to sit thе f*ck down, had to smoke out the zip
and i don’t use no pеn, it come out my lips
and i sip on that burb, i don’t leave a tip
steady screaming out long live my n*gga stick
(long live stick)
and i sip on that burb, and i sip on that burb, i don’t leave a tip
my young n*ggas murda
i’m still screaming out murder
they be screaming out murda, shout out to jugg
and i f*ck with one*seven, had to show em some love
i pull up in that vett or that honda accord
if you smoke out the zip, you know i got the woods
i’m still good in my hood, let’s get this understood
we gone pop out with sticks, i wishing a n*gga would
spin a n*gga whole block, leave his ass in the woods
ain’t no touching my chain
i wish a n*gga would (know i’m wishing he would)
[hook 2]
i’m just a turnt n*gga from the grip
but i got some turnt n*ggas in the six
what you got in that cup lil momma? take a sip
i’m not cuffing no hoe, hit her once and i dip
that lil boy, he a baby, go get him some milk
turnt the f*ck up, i ain’t asking for help
i can run that lil money, yo, boy this a check (yeah)

[verse 3]
n*ggas get to switching, n*ggas pocket watching
oh godd*mn fred, you the hottest
i done came up, richard millie shopping
diamonds dancing, moonwalking, micheal jackson
never payed attention, always wanted money
these n*ggas clowns, these n*ggas funny
for the studio, call me a junky
no she not getting no money
you can’t hang with fredgotit lil boy, ain’t no dummy
and she giving me head, i’m thinking she dumb
when she suck to the head, my body went numb
bet i up wit that bl!ck, leave yo body in dirt
n*gga make the wrong move, put his ass on a shirt
i’m talking fredgotit, make yo momma hurt
if she talk to my partna
you know it won’t work (you know it won’t work)
[hook 3]
i’m just a turnt n*gga from the grip
but i got some turnt n*ggas in the six
what you got in that cup lil momma? take a sip
i’m not cuffing no hoe, hit her once and i dip
that lil boy, he a baby, go get him some milk
turnt the f*ck up, i ain’t asking for help
i can run that lil money, yo, boy this a check

- fredgotit lyrics

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