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de Freddie Dredd

Doomshop, motherfucka

O-Okay baby, please don't tell me what to do
I'm gonna keep up all my shit, you know the Freddie never lose
Got the hoes in the back
Matter of fact, I keep a gat

I just say it every song
I see you when you alone
It's a callout to the bitch talking all that silly shit
I'm a boss mane, chicken things
Why you acting crazy, mane?

Ooh, I got it in my backpack now
Look inside the pocket and you acting all astound
Freddie, how you get this, I just can't believe my eyes
What the fuck I'm looking at now?
Where the fuck my knife?
That thing use perception, got to put this shit together
Fuck that old man, fuck that weather

Step up to the plate
You know the Freddie stole your money
What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna'
Flexing on these bitches, what the fuck you talking 'bout?
Big dog shit, rocking Burberry, bitch

Step up to the plate
You know the Freddie stole your money
What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna'
Flexing on these bitches, what the fuck you talking 'bout?
Big dog shit, rocking Burberry, bitch

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