Fredo – Aint Nothing Lyrics

Fredo – Aint Nothing Lyrics
Fredo – Aint Nothing Lyrics

Fredo – Aint Nothing Lyrics

Ayy, heard he talkin’ s— but it ain’t nothin’
Yeah, hey
On the stick, huh, hey (Yeah)
Huh, huh, yeah
Ayy

Ayy, heard he talkin’ s— but it ain’t nothin’
Tips on the stick, yeah, that clip hold a hundred
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 (Woo)
Bodybag, wrap him up in the trunk, he’s a mummy
All this pain and 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

Lyrics : BVDLVD – (DON’T) LOOK AT ME

Hey, I ain’t mean to take your ho, take your ho
Hit her once and pass the b—-, now that’s Fredo’s ho, ayy
With some young n—–, they be quick to blow, huh
Put that chopper on a n—-, make him Tootsee Roll (Uh-uh)
Shawty got that fire head, yeah, it’s honor roll (Uh-uh)
All these n—– leechin’, I can’t take no more (Uh-uh)
My n—- caught a body, yeah, we up the scope (Uh-uh)
I just spent like ten and made a hundred more
Your b—-, she gon’ salute me when I hit say, “Yes, sir”
All my n—– catching bodies, we’ve been grindin’ first to first
Eliantte diamonds change the climate, got ’em out the Earth
[?] really, I don’t want a curse
All that s— you did, n—-, yeah, I did it first
I just dropped his college on these stones and this fur
She just want some clout, ho ain’t even put in work
I just went to Saks, spent your rent on a shirt

Ayy, heard he talkin’ s— but it ain’t nothin’
Tips on the stick, yeah, that clip hold a hundred
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 (Woo)
Bodybag, wrap him up in the trunk, he’s a mummy
All this pain and 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

Lyrics : JaliyahMa – Like Me

Uh, wipe a n—-’s nose like it’s runnin’ (Chee, chee)
Uh, me and Fredo in the Jag’ and we stuntin’ (Skrrt)
I’ve been gettin’ too much money (Yeah)
All these b——, yeah, you know I keep them coming (Yeah)
We smoke gas all out the pound, uh (Yeah)
My funeral gon’ look like Rolling Loud, uh (Uh, yeah)
I grind so hard, I think I’m on the cloud, uh (Ooh, yeah)
I’m too busy, I can’t talk right now, uh (Ooh, yeah)
I don’t want this a–, I want the mouth (Uh, uh, uh)
I took his b—-, I think it’s goin’ down (Nah, nah, nah)
I talk like this ’cause I came from the South (Na-na-na)
Don’t tell these b—— nothin’, they run they mouth, uh

Ayy, heard he talkin’ s— but it ain’t nothin’
Tips on the stick, yeah, that clip hold a hundred
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 (Woo)
Bodybag, wrap him up in the trunk, he’s a mummy
All this pain and 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

Jamie

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