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fred the godson - sway in the morning freestyle (8/15) lyrics

[verse]
this the theme song to narcos
got the cream long in the cargos
backseat, got the beam on as the car goes the odds grow
no room for that fred the god flow
we need simplicity
listen b, some sh-t you just not gonna get
don’t speak in my presence if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout my gift
they acknowledge it, so they follow it
thoughts hard said i should be involved in politics, nah
i think donald trump’s the new hitler
and i think bush p-ssy like that amber rose picture
scriptures, exodus, deuteronomy
everything cost, but of course don’t pay no mind to me
get the brick, get the scale probably
you’ll start to get sick of sales, rest in peace prodigy
i’m still that rapper that you kicked it to
so i’ma raise havoc ’till he get to you
ridiculed in that kitchen, know what that life do
every friday i tuck her after the ice cubes
never we worry, we guard the streets
we kevin and curry, with this thompson we hard to beat
i told my boy rsonist make me some harder beats
i give the lines to you and watch you and your barber beef
these rappers lean on me, i’m invincible
morgan freeman’s my neighbor, i live by the principle
know when i spit at y’all, it’s a gift to y’all
i’m not a one-hit wonder, you’ll wonder every bar
with chess i’m bobby fisher, you’re more like a wonder bra
gordo here, fred the god
with 16s i’m jordan number 1, 2 ,3, 4, 5 got 6 rings
he wore 2,3,4,5 i spit caine
flow lazy eye, sayin’ it ain’t a big thing
it’s just the way deliver the lyrics to a song
maybe i’m tryna flow like christopher, while this is goin’ on
your whole list is flowin’ wrong
at random i grab him, no man is seeing me
i’m from the land where we plan to blam him in secrecy
i can manage to damage an amateur easily
and watch your mouth like jerome spoke
still move that dove like it’s my own soap
still talkin’ that b-ss around grown folks
like i’m at the table with barry white and tone loc
i put the pan on it
like i’m in martin apartment, i spray pam on it
throw some grams on it
i rarely eat pork, i don’t even like money with abraham on it
gordo

- fred the godson lyrics

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