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fredy! - mac n cheese lyrics

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[chorus: fredy!]
b-tch, i don’t need no caption
you know i’m with the sh-ts
i pull up with the stick
ya’ll jealous of my drip
why you throw a fit?
you know i’m about to blow
countin’ up all of my dough
ya’ll trynna bite my flow
should’ve kept it on the low

[verse 1: fredy!]
yeah, she hit me up
she said she wants some more
vvs’s on my neck
so you know that p-ssy wet
me and my boy like tom and jerry
we’re out here chasing cheddar
you can’t tell me sh-t
‘cause i don’t got time for games
vente aquí, suck on my d-ck
lil b-tch, aye

[chorus: fredy!]
b-tch, i don’t need no caption
you know i’m with the sh-ts
i pull up with the stick
ya’ll jealous of my drip
why you throw a fit?
you know i’m about to blow
countin’ up all of my dough
ya’ll trynna bite my flow
should’ve kept it on the low

[verse 2: lil fonzo]
p-ssy boy stay in your lane
i’m sick and tired of your bluff
they said i wouldn’t do it
now we’re making green
that boy hit me up
he said he wants some smoke
i pull up with the scope
riding with my .30
now i feel like curry
you said you got them hoes
but you got some baggy clothes

[verse 3: fredy!]
i never had a problem
if you got flaws i can’t spot ’em
baby, you’re so gorgeous
you got me feeling nauseous
let me take you home
or we could f-ck around
and maybe go to rome
baby, i don’t know
i want to keep us on the low

[verse 4: lil fonzo]
i’m flying super high
now i’m feeling like a bird
they thought that i was lame
now they see i made a change
i pull up to the bank
you know i’m counting racks
gucci on my waist
so you know i’m with the sh-ts
i’m married to the cash
i don’t got time for lames
so get outta my way

[chorus: fredy!]
b-tch, i don’t need no caption
you know i’m with the sh-ts
i pull up with the stick
ya’ll jealous of my drip
why you throw a fit?
you know i’m about to blow
countin’ up all of my dough
ya’ll trynna bite my flow
should’ve kept it on the low

[verse 5: fredy!]
crashin’ on your whip
so you think that you’re the sh-t
she gave me sloppy top
just around the clock
she don’t want you back
’cause you’re dumb-ss is on crack
flexing all that cash
but your outfit is so trash
b-tch, you ain’t about it
why you on my tip?
you a silly clown
so get the f-ck outta my lane

[outro: lil fonzo]
just bought a new rolex
i ain’t paying for no s-x
i’m smoking on that loud
countin’ hundred racks
blowing h-lla stacks
so you know my momma proud
ride around your block
all they do is talk
if you ain’t about it
you should shut the f-ck up

- fredy lyrics

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