Fred The Godson

Fred The Godson - Floetry lyrics

rate me

(feat. Dizzy Wright & Chevy Woods)

.. at that motherfucking block party

That bitch met with a fat, uh

Talking my shoes, don’t give me that vagi after night

Oh, oh, shit!

Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio

You’re rocking now with your boy

I got some boys on deck

And this boy, he go by the name Fred The Godson!

Frederico, talk to him!

.. I was rewarded like Macklemore with the mack and...

Born a rapper, born, cracking the back for show

Black Cadillac in the back with forty racks to roll, aha

Let’s get back, applaud for the way that the God wrapped you

It’s a .. 25 if the clause in the contract (get it?)

This is so different, you listen, she listen,

Knowing that this what you both be missing

She seen a lip on the...

And now both of us kill and tell the crew

I bend her, she hoof like a ring,

Tell her, look, I’ll send her, uh

Cause getting high, ...

I’m in the tally, she knows that I’m balling up

She can’t be wify, and this rain is so...

It’s Frederico, swag of a gigolo!

Fat boy’s back, black Benz, bang bungalow!

It’s no way I don’t notice me,

You hear the flow!

Let’s go, dwag!

Ha, ha, ha there you have it, like I said

TBM radio, we play nothing but the hottest shit

The hottest shit!

Yo! We got a caller, caller, what’s your name?

Hello? Caller, caller, we’re live!

Nigga, what that?

Listen, pay that shit, Dizzy Wright

Talk to me, Dizzy!

Go ahead, baby!

Vegas! Get on that mic!

Hey! It’s all you’re asking for (asking for)

I’m that dwag that chased the rapper, used that acid for.

These niggas is rapping, less enacting more, we’re after yours!

No fucking around, we’re coming for friends, dwag, I’m the man on tour!

Better get your tickets, ain’t no mentions, whenever you fail to pretend to

Mary Jane is always on the menu, nigga bring it to the venue!

Don’t get me no bullshit excuse before I pop in your city

And turn them against you (against you)!

So if you love rapping, you know what rap concert you need to attend to!

And that’s real!

Got me flowing off in that chill moment

Mix my moment, retreat with these ill flows

Kicking you haters with still toes

And they didn’t even know it was me!

I usually stay away from the weirdos

As I’m breaking them, I see the realo

Would you thank God as we’re here for

Nigga, we don’t need nothing for cheap!

Wait! We don’t do nothing for free

This year I got to eat, best believe it,

You turn it to a thing!

Couple shows, couple songs, couple tours,

Turn around and be the man, yeah!

I’ve seen it before you even knew it that I was a genius

How come that nigga is the meanest?

I mean in my heart to be evil,

You know that your weed is the greenest!

You’re trying to be great!

I’m sorry!

We’re back! TBM radio, where we smoke

I mean, we play nothing, but the hottest shit!

You got this, boy?

Chevy Woods from that Taylor Gang

I see you out there, boy

Kicking your shit!

Listen, Chevy Woods, I’mma leave it up to you!

And this shit off right

Flow tree, I’mma keep smoking, it’s a good old raw!~

Chevy!

Taylor mix, so play it just like the trumpets play

You can’t supply me the whole thing, and then they must have said

And .. your wife bought out the sax for me

They’re shooting three like Millers, go get the meth for me!

No need for shaking your hand if I don’t fuck with you

They ricochet your houses, you never dug pistols

For and a half to a kilo, I made that jump before

Better hit that ... before they rush the door.

Man, it’s that ...

Gotta eat and cook friends off if the niggas tell

You’re telling stories to people who never tell shit

Ask them what I did in...

Hustle up, they know it, they gotta tell it twice

Two times better than they, yeah, I was twice as nice.

In a city, on a block, where you could lose your life

My ... gave me good advice, you understand?

[Outro:]

There you have it! Floetry emotion,

Three of the hottest up and coming

Fred The Godson, Dizzy Wright, Chevy Woods

And I’m your host with a motherfucking most

You know we’re live on this TBM radio

Hey, listen! Hey, hey, ...

Make sure the bitches on deck

Ha, ha, Floetry emotion

Fat Boy Flash!

Come on!

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