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freddie gibbs & madlib – harold’s lyrics

[intro]
uhh, yeah, n-ggas was wearing budgets
talking ’bout like william school n-ggas was wearing budgets
was third grade, you know what i’m saying?
i said, ya b-tch, yeah

[verse 1]
i keep a chip off in my cell phone, pocket full of stones
smoking on the strong, freddie kane, freddie corleone
marshalltown n-ggas, had a n-gga running home
i call kinnell, get me a .38 now b-tch is on
9 millimeter baretta to 40 cal
glock 23 fresh up out the box, b-tch i hold it down
i hit the stroll with a chili bowl and a crooked smile
fast forward ten years, came back with roley’s with golden crowns
skinny n-gga, six-wing mild sauce
with all the fries you can give me, i tear them b-tches off
ski mask on yo baby daddy? well that’s that n-gga loss
pointin’ my trey five seven, i got my point across
a skinny n-gga, six-wing, mild sauce
with all the fries you can give me, i tear them b-tches off
this burning hole in my pocket got me out here flippin’ soft
.223 on my enemy, i tear them b-tches off

[hook]
a skinny n-gga, six-wing, mild sauce
with all the fries you can give me, i tear them b-tches off
a plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottom
but f-ck my enemies, what you looking for? b-tch i got ’em (b-tch)
say b-tch i got ’em (b-tch), say b-tch i got ’em (b-tch)
f-ck my enemies, what you looking for? b-tch i got ’em (b-tch)
say b-tch i got ’em (b-tch), say b-tch i got ’em (b-tch)
f-ck my enemies, what you looking for? b-tch i got ’em

[verse 2]
kfc, harold’s, sharks or popeyes
adidas suit with a plate of chicken, got mob ties
a fresh delt’, weed crumbs on my plush seats
i got my license now i’m backseat f-cking every week
a thick b-tch live in miller, go to work
3:30, school was out then i was fresh under her skirt
them project n-ggas hit that b-tch, that p-ssy went berserk
don’t hit without that trojan, f-ck around, you might get burnt
she was raised in the church, turnt out in the ghetto
lock it, p-ssy pop it, i swear this b-tch deserve a medal
seen school girls turn into strippers in stilettos
pimpin’ ’til i die, if you wanna stop then get ya shovel b-tch
extra sauce with the bread stuck to the bottom
freddie forgiato, all my b-tches spoiled rotten
cop that llama, got the hollows poppin’ out the barrel
got a stain for them hubbas, meet me at the harold’s, b-tch

[interlude]
and i remember when the harold’s was on 15th, n-gga
you know what i’m saying? for real though
right on 15th, n-gga, fo’sho
i used to hit the muh’f-cka all the time, n-gga
straight dope stains and chicken wings, you know what i’m saying?

[produced by madlib]

- freddie gibbs madlib lyrics

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