Текст песни Freddie Gibbs - Harold's

[Verse 1:] I keep a chip off in my cell phone, pocket full of stones, Smokin' on the strong, Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Marshalltown niggas had a nigga running home, I call Kinnell get me a .38, now bitch is on, 9 millimeter Baretta to 40 cal, Glock 23 fresh up out the box, bitch, I hold it down, I hit the stroll with a chili bowl and a crooked smile, Fast forward ten years, came back with Roley's with golden crowns. Skinny nigga, six-wing mild sauce With all the fries you can give me, I tear them bitches off. Ski mask on yo baby daddy? Well, that's that nigga loss, Pointin' my trey five seven, I got my point across. [Chorus:] A skinny nigga, Aix wing mild sauce With all the fries you can give me, I tear them bitches off, This burning hole in my pocket Got me out here flippin' soft, 2-23 on my enemy, I tear them bitches off. A skinny nigga, Six wing mild sauce With all the fries you can give me, I tear them bitches off, A plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottom, Fuck my enemies, what you lookin' for, bitch, I got 'em, Bitch, bitch, I got ‘em, Bitch, bitch, I got ‘em. Fuck my enemies, what you lookin' for, bitch, I got 'em, Bitch, bitch, I got ‘em, Bitch, bitch, I got ‘em. Fuck my enemies, what you lookin' for, bitch, I got 'em. [Verse 2:] KFC, Harold's, Sharks or Popeyes, Adidas suit with a plate of chicken, got mob ties, A fresh Delt', weed crumbs on my plush seats, I got my license now I'm backseat fucking every week. A thick bitch live in Miller, go to work, 3:30 school was out then I was fresh under her skirt, Them project niggas hit that bitch, that pussy went berserk, Don't hit without that Trojan, fuck around you might get burnt, She was raised in the church, turnt out in the ghetto, Lock it, pussy pop it, I swear this bitch deserve a medal, Seen school girls turn into strippers in stilettos, Pimpin' 'til I die, if you wanna stop, then get ya shovel, bitch. Extra sauce with the bread stuck to the bottom, Freddie Forgiato, all my bitches spoiled rotten, Cop that llama, got the hollows poppin' out the barrel, Got a stain for them hubbas, meet me at the Harolds, bitch! [Chorus:] A skinny nigga, Six wing mild sauce WIth all the fries you can give me, I tear them bitches off, A plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottom, But fuck my enemies, what you lookin' for, bitch, I got 'em, Bitch, bitch, I got ‘em, Bitch, bitch, I got ‘em. Fuck my enemies, what you lookin' for, bitch, I got 'em, Bitch, bitch, I got ‘em, Bitch, bitch, I got ‘em. Fuck my enemies, what you lookin' for, bitch, I got 'em.
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