Lyrics:
Lordy, skip the bufferin'!
I got it made, and with that said
I gotta tip the butler
I like my bitches mustard, business hushed
And Bentleys custom
Bitches
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa (yeah, yeah, I'm a)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm a, I'm a)
Barack Obama lookin' ass
Step right up, step right up
from dread teach me how to get bread
Hop out that bible I read that sexy shit's overfed he'd be my Right Said Fred
But what I found was a man with
confusion in their eyes
Said I'm living right no compromise
I don't talk I don't dress like I did before
And if you give me just a minute I will tell you
stuck it up
I just be fuckin' the pussy up
Left hook, right hook, uppercut uppercut
Yeah, Bravados, yeah, Amiris
Yeah, my opps (huh)
Yeah, can't get
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
but you want to be with me girl what, what am I going to do
Hook
Does he know when the middle of the night when you leave him you come to me does he
he plays anything, and that was Fred, and you know,
if you know James, James said, well if his that good
everibody should to what you listened.
cap (ay)
Taking a dad nap looking for dads with my dad map
Mom and a dad yeah I half that you got two dads I want half that
See some dad booty I smack
means
I was thinking wedding rings
Now you living in my dreams
Go ahead and read the room
You
Pour the bottle up with the crew
You
Watching the drama
I got the AK up under the bed
Plenty straps it'll turn you all red
Fully loaded yeah you heard what I said
He say he want tatts so I fill em with
morning
It was driving me crazy
I said to my mom
I said "Hey, mom, what's up with all the sauerkraut?"
And my dear, sweet mother
She just looked
of town and I came home early
I caught her in a club kissin' some guy Fred
Stormed up right behind her
Grabbed her and I said
"Yo Daliah! What's up, baby?
We checking off sleepless nights
We betting off sleepless nights
My Niggas ain't sleeping right Yeah Uh
The money get steeper right
But the problems
[Snoop Dogg]
Step inta the party as I bust a ho
I'll lean up on the wall until I'm ready to go
I'm sippin on some juice with a twist of Mo
a twenty-one I'll leave wit somebody else
It's somethin about the way I rock a fuckin mic
Big Snoop Dogg what that Crip like
My nigga Fred Wreck with a G in
erased
Don't fuck with no hoe, ain't fucking no skank
I been living right, getting to the gates
I been stacking cash every other day
Shorty want me now,
wanted
But now I drink alone at night with a memory forever haunted while I
(Lay it all on the line)
This is all I have
(Lay it all on the line)
This
the lot
Floor seats at the playoffs right next to the mascot
They really out here capping
With these money pics
They really out here just clapping
Their
and me would be bros for life
I learned, that if you focused close, you know
You can't judge that book by the cover alone
But if you listen with your heart
if you dare
Six four cruising catching all the crackers' stare
If an opp die bet I do the Fred Astaire
Funding my baking soda off Obamacare
Gunshots go
with wine up to y'all
And then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair
Said, "Before you can eat, you gotta dance like Fred Astaire"
You know I
with wine up to y'all
And then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair
Said, "Before you can eat, you gotta dance like Fred Astaire"
You know I
do this all night
All my ladies and mens this evening
We can do this all night
Yo shortie hop with the DK and Y all night
I think I'll walk over
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