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fredo bang - almost gone كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
dj kale on the beat, catching sales on your street, n-gg-

[chorus: blvd quick]
i just put my f-ckin’ wrist to work
got that blender on full speed
lost my soul to these people’s streets
keep it c-cked ’cause they envy me
more money, more money, more money, all i want
them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
more money, more money, more money, all i want
them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone

[verse 1: blvd quick]
n-gg-s grinded for cars, i grind for long nights
f-ck spending money on b-tches, i save for grandson
miss avan say it take that dedication and patience
that boy said i’m a flop, told him keep waitin’
i’m in the kitchen right now puttin’ a two on it
my shooter bendin’ your block, puttin’ that blues on it
i got that white girl steady doin’ gymnastics
holler baby boomerang, they comin’ back, yeah
them percocets eat my body up on the daily, bae
i crush that addy in lean to take the pain away
-ssist the pack to my youngin, he make a fadeaway
then we balling like spalding, penny hardaway

[verse 2: fredo bang]
i just put my f-ckin’ wrist to work, yeah, yeah
shake the dope, i’ma make it twerk, yeah, yeah
f-ck your b-tch, catch a play and pop a perc’
my pockets got them blue strips, papa smurf
i get that bag so the people on me daily
but i ain’t trippin’ ’cause my lawyer ron haley
i’m like a fiend, if i don’t get it, i go crazy
the people knockin’ on my door, hope they don’t raid me

- fredo bang

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