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Mr. Uptown by Fredo Bang album cover

Mr. Uptown

by Fredo Bang

Lyrics
Mr. Uptown in this bitch
Yeah, you know a lot of money
You know, when I go in the strip club, I throw twenties in this bitch
Yeah, that's what I do, I'm a mother****in' money man, huh?
Yeah, like I really have in this shit, huh?
Youngest **** uptown, huh?
I'm worth a couple bricks, ****
Yeah, **** with me

Aye, aye, told lil' bitch I'm him, she been in the gym, I bought her some SKIMS from Kim
Neck fulla water like I been takin' a swim, I'm pullin' up, trimmer than them
I'm pullin' up straight to the bag, my kids gotta eat like, "Seymour, feed me now"
Any lil' bitch I done ****ed, I done been in they mouth, so they can't salt me down
Say she wanted a bag, I told her to figure it out, I ain't tricking at all
When I'm around don't bring up your ex, I'm the one dickin' ya now
Told her eat that dick up, uh-huh, yeah, clean me out
Uh-huh, I got fondons, she wanna be with me, nah

Say it's takin' a deuce, I loosen it up, then give it some juice
If it got legs, just tell me how far I can, yeah, I'ma know when I go with my move
Trick on who? All my hoes gon' make me a profit, then I'ma give it to who?
Bitch, you stu, but you still my stink, that my Pepe Le Pew
I was tryna break a brick down, I can't seem to fall back
I can't get with you, nah, can I get you a call back?
A'ight, a'ight, a'ight

Told lil' bitch that I'm him, that's just what it is, bae, I'm not one of them
They can't stand me, like I been stepping on candy, bae, I been ****in' up M's
Got what these **** be makin' in houses, cars, clothes, ice, and gems
Back in my city, I'm steppin' on shit like Timbs, they call me the Reaper, the Grim
Screamin' like Tina Marie when I'm slangin' that wood, **** it, out on a limb
Cut a bad bitch down like Jason, she wanna taste it, she get meat, no bread
I put her straight in a Uber, she act stupid and don't give no head
You heard what I said, bitch, you know I'm, yeah, huh, use your head

Yeah, I like them hoes too
Yeah, you know, I, I'll **** 'em red, you know, black, all that shit
Lot of money though, that's what I like, I really like money
You know, you ain't talkin' no bread, you can get the ****
Yeah, uptown shit

Aye, aye, told lil' bitch I'm him, she been in the gym, I bought her some SKIMS from Kim
Neck fulla water like I been takin' a swim, I'm pullin' up, trimmer than them
I'm pullin' up straight to the bag, my kids gotta eat like, "Seymour, feed me now"
Any lil' bitch I done ****ed, I done been in they mouth, so they can't salt me down
Say she wanted a bag, I told her to figure it out, I ain't tricking at all
When I'm around don't bring up your ex, I'm the one dickin' ya now
Told her eat that dick up, uh-huh, yeah, clean me out
Uh-huh, I got fondons, she wanna be with me now

I was tryin' to break a brick down, I can't seem to fall back
I can't get with you now, can I give you a call back?
Use your mother****in' head in this bitch
I ain't playin' with none of these hoes
I'm throwin' twenties, makin' a lot of money and I'm spendin' it
I ain't holdin' this shit, bitch-ass ****, uptown shit
Got what these **** be makin' in houses, cars, clothes, ice, and gems
Back in my city, I'm steppin' on shit like Timbs, they call me the Reaper, the Grim