Frito Red - Yeah Yeah Lyrics

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Imma get money
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Imma get hunnits
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Imma get money
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Rackin' up digits yeah
Pull up and rockin' Balenci's yeah
Rude with the glizzy yeah
Boy can you finish your sentence yeah?
What is your mission?
Don't involve me bein' missin'
Plus I get women
And they all down with the friction
Gucci Givenchy
Drop so hard I'll leave you swimmin'
Beam on the 50
Dots on his head call him Krillin
That's how he livin'
Pull up in ghost, peelin'
Pull up in ghost, peelin'
Pull up and go... Skrtttttt
I hit that bitch seven days out the week
I really was trippin' cause I need some women who's more independent than me
I focused on bitches instead of the digits and f*cked around settled with freaks
I changed my legacy stackin' my fetti and do anything that I please
Yeah, please
You better give me the cheese
I control alt delete
All of my bitches are freaks
And I got the pussy leaked
Yeah, like Twitter, I hit your bitch with the bird
Pull up wit choppas' and swerve
All you niggas gone' swerve
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Imma get money
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Imma get hunnits
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Imma get money
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Overtime all my niggas really poppin'
I had to grind out these streets I had no option
Ain't waste my time readin' books I skipped the college
You just see boys in them hoods
Compton
Geechie got me in the Stu we cookin' silly
Paid a price to live this life I know you hear me
I earned my stripes when I just moved up out my city
If I go back they gonna say a nigga fifty
Really really, nigga really really
Got em itchin for the dope, Whitney
Low key Low key, baby Low key Low key
If I ain't nuttin' When we f*ckin' bitch you owe me
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