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amen - fredo bang lyrics

[intro: fredo bang]
(h*lluva made the beat, baby)
ooh*ooh, ooh*ooh
ooh*ooh, ooh*ooh

[chorus: fredo bang]
made a hunnid bands, i say, “amen” (amen)
yeah, made it out the slums, “amen” (amen)
tinted windows on that caddie look like ray*bans (yeah)
twistin’ fingers with the guys, n*gga, gangland (grrr)
amen (amen), amen (amen)
got it out the mud, i say, “amen” (amen)
amen (amen), amen (amen)
yeah, made it out the slums, i say, “amen” (amen)

[verse 1: fredo bang]
i got a milli’ sittin’ pretty, that’s a w (ooh)
i might get a papercut while i try thumbin’ through (amen)
i wrapped a plastic ’round a hunnid look like rubber boots (ah, ah)
ugly n*gga on your tv, call me beetlejuice
f*ck with the real so my b*tch natural, can’t pick and choose
throw away that polo, you get dior if i’m feelin’ you
bring in your friend, i like to f*ck my b*tches by the two (yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
rip to soulja slim, did enough to take care of all of you (all fo you)
rich as sh*t, they touch me up and down like b*tton ups
i probably go against the gang before i cuff a sl*t (psych)
i’m just playin’ for my dawg, it’s forever love
i told her, “it ain’t makin’ love if i can’t poke your b*tt”
[chorus: fredo bang]
made a hunnid bands, i say, “amen” (amen)
yeah, made it out the slums, “amen” (amen)
tinted windows on that caddie look like ray*bans (yeah)
twistin’ fingers with the guys, n*gga, gangland (grrr)
amen (amen), amen (amen)
got it out the mud, i say, “amen” (amen)
amen (amen), amen (amen)
yeah, made it out the slums, i say, “amen” (amen)

[verse 2: mozzy]
twisted up my fingers, gun slangin’, we the gangland
better thank god that you woke up ’cause you went to sleep when that k jammed
late nights to the am, we in lurk mode, thuggin’
late nights to the am, she in twerk mode, hustlin’
it’s some dope sh*t in this function, baby, i f*cks with you on god
grab a couple of your partners though, pull up on me and the squad
’cause you got the right n*gga for the job, i’m one of them boys
finna peel off in this amg, it ain’t nothin’, just one of the toys
poppin’ these pills, makin’ me annoyed
we gettin’ money, run up your coins
you know a real n*gga ain’t goin’
them n*ggas hate ’cause they couldn’t join
and f*ck all the stank b*tches, i avoid (huh)
i gotta play out in illinois
and probably gonna double back to the hood
wouldn’t tell a blood n*gga he buy ‘roids, n*gga
gangland
[chorus: fredo bang]
made a hunnid bands, i say, “amen” (amen)
yeah, made it out the slums, “amen” (amen)
tinted windows on that caddie look like ray*bans (yeah)
twistin’ fingers with the guys, n*gga, gangland (grrr)
amen (amen), amen (amen)
got it out the mud, i say, “amen” (amen)
amen (amen), amen (amen)
yeah, made it out the slums, i say, “amen” (amen)

[outro]
(h*lluva made the beat, baby)

- fredo bang lyrics

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