Almost Gone - Fredo Bang, Blvd Quick

Almost Gone - Fredo Bang, Blvd Quick

Альбом
Big Ape
Год
2019
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
163120

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Almost Gone

Fredo Bang, Blvd Quick

I just put my fuckin' wrist to work

Got that blender on full speed

Lost my soul to these people’s streets

Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me

More money, more money, more money, all I want

Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone

More money, more money, more money, all I want

Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone

Niggas grinded for cars, I grind for long nights

Fuck spending money on bitches, I save for grandson

Miss Avan say it take that dedication and patience

That boy said I’m a flop, told him keep waitin'

I’m in the kitchen right now puttin' a two on it

My shooter bendin' your block, puttin' that blues on it

I got that white girl steady doin' gymnastics

Holler baby boomerang, they comin' back, yeah

Them Percocets eat my body up on the daily, bae

I crush that Addy in lean to take the pain away

Assist the pack to my youngin, he make a fadeaway

Then we balling like Spalding, Penny Hardaway

I just put my fuckin' wrist to work

Got that blender on full speed

Lost my soul to these people’s streets

Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me

More money, more money, more money, all I want

Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone

More money, more money, more money, all I want

Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone

I just put my fuckin' wrist to work, yeah, yeah

Shake the dope, I’ma make it twerk, yeah, yeah

Fuck your bitch, catch a play and pop a Perc'

My pockets got them blue strips, Papa Smurf

I get that bag so the people on me daily

But I ain’t trippin' 'cause my lawyer Ron Haley

I’m like a fiend, if I don’t get it, I go crazy

The people knockin' on my door, hope they don’t raid me

I just put my fuckin' wrist to work

Got that blender on full speed

Lost my soul to these people’s streets

Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me

More money, more money, more money, all I want

Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone

More money, more money, more money, all I want

Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone

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