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fredo bang – tap in lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, that’s a hardbody beat)
(qredonthetrack, and he runnin’ this beat)

[chorus]
n+gga tap in, b+tch i get this sh+t up out the mud, like a bad kid
and i spend this money like i want to, like i had it
and i keep a big pack on me, like a bad b+tch
pistol on my waist, sorry baby
n+gga tap in, b+tch i get this sh+t up out the mud, like a bad kid (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and i spend this money like i want to, like i had it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and i keep a big pack on me, like a bad b+tch
pistol on my waist, sorry baby, that’s a habit

[verse 1]
got that 6, 2+2+3 around the city, i make big noise
i just counted fifty in all fives, free the landlord (free the landlord)
take a pretty b+tch and push her face against the bakcboard
when that hoe be noggin’, tell her “shut up, make my d+ck hard” (b+tch)
n+ggas wanna try me but i promise they ain’t that hard (that hard)
if he go against me, then i threw him like the last board (yeah, yeah, yeah)
say he got more money in his pocket, then he cappin’ (cappin’)
b+tch i keep them bands like new orleans at the classic
your b+tch bumpin’ megan now she think that she a stallion (b+tch)
she gon’ suck the meat up off my b+lls, she italian
i just throw some sauce up on my closet like a cabinet
b+tch i run the streets, tdg, you better
[chorus]
n+gga tap in, b+tch i get this sh+t up out the mud, like a bad kid
and i spend this money like i want to, like i had it
and i keep a big pack on me, like a bad b+tch
pistol on my waist, sorry baby
n+gga tap in, b+tch i get this sh+t up out the mud, like a bad kid (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and i spend this money like i want to, like i had it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and i keep a big pack on me, like a bad b+tch
pistol on my waist, sorry baby, that’s a habit

[verse 2]
[?], f+ck a b+tch i’ma leave her on read (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i been stuck like a bag with no pants (yeah)
ain’t worried ’bout sh+t, i got lean (yeah, yeah, yeah)
different n+gga when i’m off of that red (woo)
top shotta, my shooter, no dreads
how the f+ck you gon’ start with no [?]
if i said it, i mean, i ain’t takin’ back sh+t, b+tch you hear what i said, yeah
been about action, chop a n+gga block like [?]
money keep stackin’, i’m just finna do my taxes
can’t fall in love with no ratchet
we bust in the traffic, hit ’em with a blast like manny (facts)
n+gga we ain’t duckin’ no [?] (facts)
if i want it, i’ma get it, i’ma grab it
money make a b+tch real nast, n+gga you better
[chorus]
n+gga tap in, b+tch i get this sh+t up out the mud, like a bad kid
and i spend this money like i want to, like i had it
and i keep a big pack on me, like a bad b+tch
pistol on my waist, sorry baby
n+gga tap in, b+tch i get this sh+t up out the mud, like a bad kid (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and i spend this money like i want to, like i had it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and i keep a big pack on me, like a bad b+tch
pistol on my waist, sorry baby, that’s a habit

- fredo bang lyrics

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