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Nightmare on Peachtree Street
Yung Gravy, bbno$ & Freddie Dredd
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Bro, I gotta get sponsored by other big bro, little of a plan, you know what I'm saying? I gotta call that shit guy of her self-defense, baby, got some money Freddie - shows! Gravy - were they at? Baby - sold out Yea - tour the world Get the bag Get the money Pipe your mom She so lovely Never wife a thot I love da money Out in San Diego with some boys 3 days no sleep can’t keep poised Uhhhhh hold up! Real short real stout no tea cup I ain’t even gon **** no prenup Seed planter, Mr. Peanut Got grass, CH-CH-CHIA **** contacts I dont wanna see ya (nope) Splash, onomatopoeia I’m colder, I can guarantee ya My whole damn closet all zebra My b***h delicious Yo b***h fictitious Gravy so clean you should see my dishes Endless ice, bread, ****ing I aint never lackin I be gettin to the action I'm finessing with a passion President of smashing, 5 time champion Gravy came through and put fashion out of fashion Da da da da da da We pull up they say ooh la la Da da da da da da (Yung gravy and bbno$ have me trapped here) (Force me to do this part) Stepping on the b*****s I ain’t wifin no **** hoe What the freddie needs Is a god damn gat hoe Lurkin in the dark I need no sight That fool on a goddamn bike Boom from the glock and I take his shit What the Fred get, lil money and a bic Spark my dark then I head into the park God damn boy, ain’t got no heart Miss my home is it ever so deep Walking in the heat while I bump J’s beats Ima hang ya from a noose from Gravy height Too dope got rope in my backpack Got steeze oh please gimme all that Owe me money Imma need some ****ing cash back Understand hoe I’m a goddamn leader Slob on my knob I’m gonna complete it Turn around baby girl I wanna squeeze it Cold in the club got your b*****s shiverin Stole your hoe like the goddam bling ring Backpack full of that loot I’m so petty Imma teef your boots Freddie - shows! Gravy - were they at? Baby - sold out Yea - tour the world Get the bag Get the money Pipe your mom She so lovely Never wife a thot I love da money Out in San Diego with some boys 3 days no sleep can’t keep poised Uhhhhh hold up! B***h boys bugging I'm pesticid 4 billie streams like I'm bonafide MK2 it's a joy ride She jeckle me off like I'm mr Hyde Boys in the stu off the DMT Yeah we quite high got my d**k and my b***h in-er while I'm at 5 guys Mayo with the fries Eyes on the prize It's bag bag bag Baby no money what u say say say Only ever tryna get paid paid paid Pop it, bop it, lock it, fade!!! Dunno how I got laid laid laid Got a little pump she got a d and a rose 10 like ben 10 wrist on frozen Merch seller full name Jason clothes Never sold out but I sold out shows (bbno$) Skr (Woah-woah-woah) This right here, is a one hundred percent certified slapper
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