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fred steeples - untitled 1 lyrics

[verse 1]

f+ck!

everybody stealing my style (uh)
i’mma be 15 with them doors suicidal (b+tch)
my main name kyle, but they calling me fred
i be with the smile when they saying he dead
but first thing’s first; have we ever even met? (b+tch)
you irrelevant motherf+cker need me to put you in check
and speaking of checks, i’ll throw your ass into debt
when i spit on the mic, i’mma take everything and leave nothing left, uh (b+tch)
that’s just how the game go
screaming into your face like “you ain’t been paid though”
people saying that to me? i’m coming to your f+cking crib
i’mma stab you in your hips and put a bullet through your lips
talking all that sh+t, you a keyboard kid
but you ain’t doing sh+t if i pop off the lid

[interlude]

b+tch
b+tch
b+tch
b+tch
[verse 2]

and you already know how this will go
hasn’t been a form so raw since the coke in mexico
i could never miss a hoe, i could never care
when i say the sh+t i say, they all wanna stare
but when i’m online, my music’s what they blare
they ‘gon love me ’till they getting they gray hairs
but i dismiss it
go p+ss in the stall, l!ck on my d+ck, that’s how you kiss it
and now they wanna listen to the sh+t i’ve gotta say
i’ll start paying my respects when i stop getting my pay, b+tch

[outro]

b+tch
raw as h+ll

- fred steeples lyrics

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