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friday ricky dred - hungry lyrics

hook:
i got bricks in the ceiling
money in the floor
bricks in the ceiling
money in the floor
three cell phones all they all blowin’ up
die for the money n-gg- hungry as f-ck
three cell phones all they all blowin’ up
die for the money n-gg- hungry as f-ck

verse 1 (friday)
i got 3 cell phones and all blowin’ up
one for my work
and one for these sl-ts
one for the fam if the sh-t get outta hand
all you seeing is k!llers pullin’ up in caravans
please understand all the planning expanding this grind is demanding
my b-tch she can’t stand it
chop up the brick into four into os all the way down to grams
then we hand to hand it

3 new 4s and the price going up
3 new b-tches and they crazy as f-ck
1 of them b-tches yo lazy as f-ck
2 other b-tches both pay me to f-ck

we stay low n-gg- blaze in the truck
401 4am chasing the bucks
i be iodine lay in the cut
y’all ain’t making the cut y’all just making this up

days in the trap 2 kays in the trunk
moon rock kush only blaze in my blunts
stay coming up while ya pays in a slump
what i make in 2 days you can’t make in a month

only saying this once
i don’t give a f-ck
n-gg- say what i want
on a paper chase on a mission for them ones
ima m-th-f-ckin grind it till the whole brick done

hook:
three cell phones all they all blowin’ up
die for the money n-gg- hungry as f-ck
three cell phones all they all blowin’ up
die for the money n-gg- hungry as f-ck
2x

verse 2 (t gramz)
3 cell phones toronto’s own crackstone he well known
strap like seat belt details chrome
no breaks till i’m straight like a female comb
take ya female home
my tummy is hungry i’m gettn’ the money
you chasin’ the honey i’m chasin’ the bread
og kush blunts straight to the head
got this sh-t covered like i’m makin’ the bed
punch on the strip that sh-t bubble
huggin’ that block like a big cuddle
and i ain’t leavin’ till my flip double
get ya shirt splashed like big puddle
i’m stewin’ the chicken its cruisin’ and whippin’
can’t lose in the kitchen its movin’ and clickin’
they choosin’ the pimpin’ them shooters are grippin’
the buddah the spiff and i’m groovin’ and lifted
high as a plane i and i ain’t gon’ land till i say so
i’m all the way up but i stay low
is that ya girl well we sharin’ the b-tch we don’t save hoes
3 cell phones and they all slam dunkin’
dough from a hoe and a lil gram pumpin’
oz from a stove got the whole stand jumpin
these guys ain’t real u just intagram frontin’

hook:
three cell phones all they all blowin’ up
die for the money n-gg- hungry as f-ck
three cell phones all they all blowin’ up
die for the money n-gg- hungry as f-ck
2x

- friday ricky dred lyrics

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