Lyrics:
BALEARICS, DACQUIRI SPILLING
CASUALLY WINNING, SPLASHING IN LINEN, TOO SEXY LIKE I'M
RIGHT SAID FRED, I PATTERN THESE WOMEN,
REDISCOVER YOUR HUNGER, GO BACK
as they see me, they cop a plea
Like, "I know I said a lot
But if we battled
That will be the biggest shot
That I ever got"
Niggas better stop with all
playing along to a Billy Joel song, I said to him, You know, dad, I need this note right here. And it was a note that wasn't on the keyboard and I played it
and cold
With horrid red wallpaper forty years old
It stank like a rhino house!
Mr. Slater said, "Pooh, I can smell Vindaloo."
"Oh, really?" "No,
part of the plan
Step into the unknown, into the unknown (gone)
How would it feel living life with no fear?
How would it feel if you tried and you
the crowd
If niggas ain't talking about no pape they got to move around
You still at home living with your momma you a damn child
I swear to god nigga I'm not
smash a red head like Daphne and I’m Fred
I bodied your whole mixtape with the first line in this song
I ask Snot why he always gotta throw the hammer
smoke and some tred
Spoke on the homie there's two in his head
Cruising to Ames cuz we bouta see Fred
Taking a fifty or four five that's what he said
max
Why is you hating my nigga instead you can ask me
I show you how to get you some packs
Oh you don't fuck with the tree you said you want dabs
Cause I am quite angry that there are no dogs
I shall kill all the men with my ham rage,
And I shall cut off their hogs
I shall make everybody’s weenie
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
at that beam right on top of his head
I made one call now that n**** he dead
Earned all my stripes now they calling me Fred
I’m out of my mind brodie pass
up with the lights on
Say Gibbs getting sloppy on the bay bridge
By a Filipino part Jamaican bitch
Headed to the trap house
Looking for that pack
future, morning, evening, nights with you.
IV. Apocalypse
Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire
And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you
money instead
Your girl is on my bed with her legs spread
She can only get five nights call me Fred
Bitch has more problems then a purebred
She cant's
appears
All clear, for your takeoff to uncharted spheres
In this buffet of life, cop the tastiest slice
Complete mad amounts of novels to live by, right
sighed ""Viva, viva, que belle Inglese""
Someone even said ""Whoops-a-daisy""
Which was quite a surprise
Each evening, with some light excuse and beaming
the studio
I'm dropping 8-1
And If I'm on the beat you know they made it with love
She been waiting up all night for me I pull up
I'll probably fall in love if
"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, these, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
Sweet Saturday nights
When I’m with you
It’s a vacation
Say she down to ride
Get on top and drive me crazy
Times like this
I can’t help but reminisce
thee, To lead me
From destruction (yeah)
I got two birds with one stone
Been on road like Fred Flingstone
Endorphins fermenting my brain
And Dolphins
lamb chops
Raided by the feds that got Fred shot
Scared of getting caught, 'cause we know it's wrong
Bullets in the ghetto have you thinking it's
ending the night
Well we'll be alright
Said We'll be alright
It's been a hell of a night
It's been a hell of a night
A hell of a night
Welcome to my
Squeaking like I'm Fred
Squeaking louder louder
Till that lil bitch give me head
Yeah we goin crazy
Hear the squeak sound of the bed
Yeah you know my dick is
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