Name: fried up by nok
Duration: 1 min 55 s
Description: prod me

night time w hazee

lyrics by: may

mixed and mastered by: may

produced by: may & 12hearts

feel

kick me

fried up

pogo

damn

prod me

i be stuck inside my head
i be stuck inside my bed
everybody really feds
i dont ever wanna be dead
why yall talking on the net
why yall talking on the web
wit my twin we run it up
we on the couch we counting bread

got yo bitch she wet like a river
i know real shooters nigga dont play wit my niggas
he tried to grab the blick took a step back and shot his liver
im gettin so much racks i turned yo bitch to a gold digger

you get shot you better move
put it in that bitch said oof
wit my twin im wit my crew
you can never be VBU
you a liar tell the truth
wit my bruda we in the booth
i dont wanna save you
you do this for fame ouu
i dont wanna change you
dont know how your day is
make you run home like babe ruth
you can fit my chain yeah
tired of her i hang up
everytime i flame up
bitch you is in danger
bitch im wit my gang yeah

dont know what to say yeah
talk shit get sprayed up
shooter named mateo
she make me cream like mayo
im up in the am
tryna start my day up
im chillin in my bedroom
fuck the opps we air em out

fuck the opps we air em out
wit a shotgun barrel uh
and we dont care to hear him out
put that gun inside yo mouth
if she tall ill tear her down
emptying another round
that shit muff where the sound
if you in trouble figure it out

mama said she down
like what you about now
pussy always stealing styles
hoe to wet i might just drown
you a goofy you a clown
lil bro hurt you sayin ow
brand new chop its goin pow
imma put you in a gown
like hoe, yeah i get it, yeah
gucci belt cant fit it, yeah
im too rich cant bid me, yeah
pretty hoe showing titties, yeah
you dont get no bitches, yeah
I dont know what you missing, yeah
youre not bout that ambition, yeah
i dont know how youre feeling, yeah

fried up

nok

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isin6 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ross

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