#fredofree - swaghollywood lyrics
[intro]
yeah
it’s swoogang, baby, ahaha
they done locked my n*gga up man (star boy, you’re my hero)
sh*t! (f*ck 12)
(aye, ymar)
yeah this for the baby (ya dig!)
[hook]
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, aye, yeah)
walk in this b*tch and it smell like i farted (yeah)
got the car gas, let’s get the car started (yeah)
so many hoes at my house like a party
bring some dior, with that ed hardy (yeah)
i counting money, my fingers start hurting
don’t wanna see nude, wanna see it in person
she staying the night, but she leaving early
suck that d*ck good, i might buy her burkin
get to the chicken, ain’t talking church’s
like why is you here, like what is your purpose, yeah
i’m making it shake, like yeah (chee chee)
we getting that money, oh yeah (yeah)
my choppa hold hunnid, oh yeah (yeah)
free fredo, he locked up in there
[verse 1]
i know
i just got a hunnid on my wrist, god d*mn, yeah
li swag how the h*ll you got so rich, oh yeah, yeah (oh yeah)
balling like a n*gga in a vip, oh yeah, aye (oh yeah)
where the f*ck my dip, f*ck all these chips, yeah (oh yeah)
in the palace going crazy (go crazy)
these b*tches they really go crazy (go stupid)
my life is really amazing (okay)
can’t f*ck with these b*tches, contagious (okay)
can’t f*ck with these b*tches got rabies (got rabies)
you n*ggas too broke, you lazy (they lazy)
keep talking, gone be on the pavement (pavement)
free fredo, he just going crazy (crazy)
[refrain]
oooh
(like, d*mn)
(we was just in the strip club going crazy)
oooh
(n*gga threw like 10,000 on his birthday)
nah, nah, nah
(aye man, i need y’all to put y’all middle fingers up, scream f*ck 12)
[hook]
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, aye, yeah)
walk in this b*tch and it smell like i farted (yeah)
got the car gas, let’s get the car started (yeah)
so many hoes at my house like a party
bring some dior, with that ed hardy (yeah)
i counting money, my fingers start hurting
don’t wanna see nude, wanna see it in person
she staying the night, but she leaving early
suck that d*ck good, i might buy her burkin
get to the chicken, ain’t talking church’s
like why is you here, like what is your purpose (yeah)
i’m making it shake, like yeah
we getting that money, oh yeah (oh yeah)
my choppa hold hunnid, oh yeah (oh yeah)
free fredo, he locked up in there
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