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something wrong - freshie lyrics

[intro]
yeah, ha
you know, it’s me in this here stu’
and, and we been dirty, we, we really been on that sh-t, man (dirty)
for real, yeah (dirty), yeah (dirty)

[chorus]
countin’ up them hundreds, n-gga, you know what we touching on (yeah)
n-ggas, they gon’ hate on me but i know that is something wrong (yeah, dirty)
i’m up in the trap with a bag tryna get it goin’ (yeah, dirty)
i’m up in the trap, countin’ cash, count that sh-t alone
all these d-mn juggs, yeah (yeah), i need another phone
hope up in that coupe, i might pull up with the ceiling gone (yeah, dirty boy)
wanna l!ck the rapper, yeah, my d-ck, that’s what she sucking on (yeah)
one thing that’s for sure, n-gga, is my patience short but the money long (yeah)

[verse]
hopped straight off the porch, n-gga, like i ain’t ever coming home (dirty)
f-ck the police, don’t f-ck with 12, leave me the f-ck alone (yeah)
with my dawgs (yeah, yeah), with my dawgs, tryna get a bone (yeah)
young n-gga, i ain’t in the club but i’m in the stu’ making h-lla songs (yeah)
young n-gga barely in the club, you can catch me out in the city though (yeah, dirty boy)
i ain’t even gotta exercise, my pockets but i’m skinny though (dirty)
i ain’t really got time for love, i can’t argue with no silly ho (lil’ dirty)
all i need is a hundred bands, bet i make me like fifty more (yeah)
sippin’ on this codeine, h-lla bottles like liquor store (yeah)
i just want me a freak b-tch, turn my room into a freak show (dirty)
i ain’t had no handouts, i ain’t had no cheat code (yeah)
plottin’ on these n-ggas, now i’m balling out like a free throw (yeah)

[chorus]
countin’ up them hundreds, n-gga, you know what we touching on (yeah, dirty boy)
n-ggas, they gon’ hate on me but i know that is something wrong (yeah)
i’m up in the trap with a bag tryna get it goin’ (yeah, dirty)
i’m up in the trap, countin’ cash, count that sh-t alone (yeah)
all these d-mn juggs, yeah (yeah), i need another phone (dirty)
hope up in that coupe, i might pull up with the ceiling gone (yeah, dirty boy)
wanna l!ck the rapper, yeah, my d-ck, that’s what she sucking on (yeah)
one thing that’s for sure, n-gga, is my patience short but the money long (yeah)

- freshie lyrics

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