prettyboyfredo - ain't nothing lyrics
[intro: yung bans]
aye, heard you talkin’, it ain’t nothin’
huh, hey, on the stick, yeah
yeah, yah
aye, aye
[chorus: yung bans]
heard you talkin’ sh-t, but it ain’t nothin’
t-ts on the stick, yeah the clip hold a hunnid’
smokin’ out the pound, out the onion
heard he talkin’ down, but he ain’t gettin’ money
diamonds on me, cold just like the summit
body bag, wrap him up, in the trunk, he’s a mummy
all this pain, i can’t take no more, can’t take no more
we been runnin’, i can’t take no more, can’t take no more
[verse 1: yung bans, prettyboyfredo]
i ain’t mean to take your hoe, take your hoe
hit her once, and p-ss that b-tch, now thats fredo’s hoe
aye, we some young n-ggas, that be quick to blow
put the choppa on that n-gga, make him tootsee roll (uh-uh)
shawty got that fire head, yeah it’s honor roll (uh-uh)
how these n-ggas leachin’ i can’t take no more (uh-uh)
my n-gga caught a body, yeah we up the score (uh-uh)
i just spend like 10, and made a 100 more
you b-tch she gon’ salute me when i hit her, yessir
all my n-ggas catching bodies, we be grindin’ first to first
elliante diamonds, changin’ climate, got them out of earth
love the kids, this not r rated, really i don’t wanna curse
hold up, shoot you dead n-gga, yeah i did it first (first)
i just dropped this college on me, stones and this fur (fur)
she just want some clout, hoe ain’t even put in work (work)
i just went to saks, spent your rent on a shirt
[chorus: yung bans]
heard you talkin’ sh-t, but it ain’t nothin’
t-ts on the stick, yeah the clip hold a hunnid’
smokin’ out the pound, out the onion
heard he talkin’ down, but he ain’t gettin’ money
diamonds on me, cold just like the summit
body bag, wrap him up, in the trunk, he’s a mummy
all this pain, i can’t take no more, can’t take no more
we been runnin’, i can’t take no more, can’t take no more
[verse 2: swaghollywood]
wipe a n-ggas nose, like it’s runnin’ (chi chi)
me and fredo went in the jag, and we stuntin’ (skrr)
i be gettin’ too much money (yeah)
all these b-tches, yeah you know i keep them comin’
we smoke gas all out the pound, my funeral gon’ look like rolling loud (ugh)
i grind so hard, think i’m on the cloud (ooh)
i’m too busy, i can’t talk right now (yeah)
i don’t want this -ss, i want the mouth (uh,uh,uh)
i took this b-tch, she think it’s goin’ down (nah,nah,nah)
i talk like this, ’cause i came from the south (na,na,na)
don’t tell them b-tches that they run they mouth, ugh
[chorus: yung bans]
heard you talkin’ sh-t, but it ain’t nothin’
t-ts on the stick, yeah the clip hold a hunnid’
smokin’ out the pound, out the onion
heard he talkin’ down, but he ain’t gettin’ money
diamonds on me, cold just like the summit
body bag, wrap him up, in the trunk, he’s a mummy
all this pain, i can’t take no more, can’t take no more
we been runnin’, i can’t take no more, can’t take no more
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