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fredo - mmhm lyrics

[intro]
elevated always get it right
mmh, mmh, mmh
mmh, mmh, mmh

[verse]
she wants to play games, i ain’t tryna play games
i’m tryna face paint, now we’re on the same page
yo, we met at 8 lake, i hit that the same day
i buy them in plainer jane and then i make them rain, yo
i’m in a fendi coat, it’s tailor-made, yo
my youngin selling c0ke at player rates, whoa
i’m in the bando while i’m weighing cake, no
don’t stay awake, i’ll be home later, babe
mmh, mmh, mmh
now she’s phoning me on private
when i told her i don’t like it
she’s a ho and she got mileage
probably more miles than my whip (skrrt)
i see it then i buy it
she’s still eating on my privates
i’m still keeping it in quiet (shh)
man run up in the fendi shop like i got never ending guap
coming from a deadly block where h-lla n-ggas getting guap
servin’ twenty shots standing by the betting shop
plugs were getting robbed, i’m a rapper now, they’re better off

[chorus]
(mmh, mmh, mmh)
now i’m missing her on facetime
(mmh, mmh, mmh)
but i told her that i’ll make time
(mmh, mmh, mmh)
it wasn’t given, had to take mine
(mmh, mmh, mmh)
lil mino doing drillings in the day time
now she’s messaging, she’s messaging on snapchat
(mmh, mmh, mmh)
but i ain’t getting into, getting into chat back
(mmh, mmh, mmh)
yeah, i caught an old case with my black rap
(mmh, mmh, mmh)
yeah, she got no waist, just a fat back
(mmh, mmh, mmh)

[verse]
yo, i’m in the trap house, get the dinner out
yo, i used to lose but i’m a winner now
six shots in my waistline, my spinner’s out
whoa, i’m gonna take time ’til my n-ggas out
bro, i’m sitting down, thinkin’ how these b-tches dizzy now
’cause all we make ’em do is spin around
my little n-ggas movin’ wild but they listen now
they ain’t got no dinger out, then i don’t bring the spinners out
i don’t want to see you sitting down (mmh, mmh, mmh)
yeah, my hands were dry but i’m drippy now (mmh, mmh, mmh)
little n-ggas slide, and they l1ck ’em down (mmh, mmh, mmh)
ain’t got the hammer, then we dip ’em down, drip or down
i got b-tches on my iphone x, i don’t even like to text
trident tryna find the rest, don’t worry about my address (mmh, mmh)
yo, what’s this about? get them scissors out
man, i think it’s time that we go and cut them n-ggas out
so what’s next?

[verse 3]
what’s all the talk about? i just got a mortgage out
5 years ago, i would’ve laughed if you asked if i bought a house
i had like forty pound, now my wrist cost forty thou’
i been a naughty child
you should know i play dirty, see me moving ’round at 8:30
tryna get some cake early, movin’ like my eighth birthday
they call me fred spread, or chef f
what’s left is ten pebs, yo, show me, where’s the nets at?
got a watch on my right and my left wrist (bustdown)
yo, that’s thirty each side like my benchpress
ayo, cutie pie, what you tryna do tonight?
have you ever flew dubai? when i go, i do it right
it’s valentino shoes i like
my youngin mino, he’s been shootin’ pipes
smoking weed in rooms all night, the owners want to sue me twice
wife said i ain’t moving right, plus she got on shoes i like
we both got on gucci stripes, we’re ’bout to have a gucci fight

[outro]
(mmh, mmh, mmh)
(mmh, mmh, mmh)
(mmh, mmh, mmh)
(mmh, mmh, mmh)

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