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LongMoney Brock - Pints in the Fridge Lyrics



LongMoney Brock - Pints in the Fridge Lyrics




Nothing to sum I had did it
Taking these chances it get risky
Swanging the door serving the city
I snuck it in they ain't frisk me
Jumped of the porch wit the midget
Now we supplying the city
Got bags for a really good ticket
Drop the number you keep it consistent
Like Thugga I ran up them digits
O Ya ya ya
If he trip I'ma gone head and dip him
O ya ya ya
F*ck spinnin the block we can walk up
Keep it quiet when certain shit get brought up
Did some shit I'ma take to the grave
Got the spot jumpin like Dr.J
It come fast it be so hard to save
Diamonds hittin they don't never behave
Begets clearer than a blue ray
Prada shots not the cool greys
Pushin weight doin two a days
Spin his block to the fool pay
I got old hundreds new ones on the way
Screaming free Head Long Live Tay
My Stomach was touching my ribs Ya Dig
I said this ain't no way live Ya Dig
Ran it up just to take care my kids Ya Dig
Ran it up to put food in the fridge Ya Dig

Now its pints in the fridge on chill
Sell 'em whole I ain't crackin the seal
Strapped up like a navy seal
Took ya bitch got her wet as a seal
And you know I'm on go ain't no slowing down
Just got a new pack we can blow it down
Strapped up dis a Glock not a sig
Bankroll f*cked up my pants its to big

Red bottoms for my bottom bitch
I was prouda my gits bought em Prada kicks
Whole lotta za ya allot of it
Buy a bag put some extras on top of it
Talm bout paper bitch I get allot ud
Stay drippin hoe go get a mop for it
Got two double O on the dashboard
F*ck her good put her legs on the headboard
Dig da hoe out make her beg for
F*ck the fame all I want is the bread boy
Gotta take a few risk what you scared for
All I fear is big god and the feds boy
Had to run that shit up I couldn't beg my boy
I been bustin these scripts pushin meds my boy
Thats y I got

Pints in the fridge on chill
Sell 'em whole I ain't crackin the seal
Strapped up like a Navy Seal
Took ya bitch got her wet as a seal
And you know I'm on go ain't no slowing down
Just got a new pack we can blow it down
Strapped up dis a Glock not a sig
Bankroll f*cked up my pants its to big
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Nothing to sum I had did it
Taking these chances it get risky
Swanging the door serving the city
I snuck it in they ain't frisk me
Jumped of the porch wit the midget
Now we supplying the city
Got bags for a really good ticket
Drop the number you keep it consistent
Like Thugga I ran up them digits
O Ya ya ya
If he trip I'ma gone head and dip him
O ya ya ya
F*ck spinnin the block we can walk up
Keep it quiet when certain shit get brought up
Did some shit I'ma take to the grave
Got the spot jumpin like Dr.J
It come fast it be so hard to save
Diamonds hittin they don't never behave
Begets clearer than a blue ray
Prada shots not the cool greys
Pushin weight doin two a days
Spin his block to the fool pay
I got old hundreds new ones on the way
Screaming free Head Long Live Tay
My Stomach was touching my ribs Ya Dig
I said this ain't no way live Ya Dig
Ran it up just to take care my kids Ya Dig
Ran it up to put food in the fridge Ya Dig

Now its pints in the fridge on chill
Sell 'em whole I ain't crackin the seal
Strapped up like a navy seal
Took ya bitch got her wet as a seal
And you know I'm on go ain't no slowing down
Just got a new pack we can blow it down
Strapped up dis a Glock not a sig
Bankroll f*cked up my pants its to big

Red bottoms for my bottom bitch
I was prouda my gits bought em Prada kicks
Whole lotta za ya allot of it
Buy a bag put some extras on top of it
Talm bout paper bitch I get allot ud
Stay drippin hoe go get a mop for it
Got two double O on the dashboard
F*ck her good put her legs on the headboard
Dig da hoe out make her beg for
F*ck the fame all I want is the bread boy
Gotta take a few risk what you scared for
All I fear is big god and the feds boy
Had to run that shit up I couldn't beg my boy
I been bustin these scripts pushin meds my boy
Thats y I got

Pints in the fridge on chill
Sell 'em whole I ain't crackin the seal
Strapped up like a Navy Seal
Took ya bitch got her wet as a seal
And you know I'm on go ain't no slowing down
Just got a new pack we can blow it down
Strapped up dis a Glock not a sig
Bankroll f*cked up my pants its to big
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Writer: akilis parks
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




LongMoney Brock - Pints in the Fridge Video
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Performed By: LongMoney Brock
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: akilis parks

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