Freddie Gibbs - Harold's lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs - Harold's lyrics]
Uhh, nigga niggaz was wearin budget
Talkin 'bout like, real school third grade
Wearin budget, shit, ya bitch! yeah
I keep a chip off in my cell phone
Pocket full of stones
Smokin on the strong, Freddy Kane
Freddy Corleone
Marshalltown niggaz had a nigga runnin home
I call collect, get me a 38
Now bitch it's on
9 millimeter, Baretta to 40 cal
By 23 fresh up out the box
Bitch I hold it down
I hit the stroll with a chili
Bowl and a crooked smile
Fast forward ten years came back
With Roley's with golden crowns
Skinny nigga six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give
Me I tear them bitches off
Ski mask on yo' baby daddy?
Well that's that nigga loss
Pointin my trey five seven
I got my point across
A skinny nigga six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give
Me I tear them bitches off
This burnin hole in my pocket got
Me out here 50 soft
223 on my enemy I tear them bitches off
Bitch
Skinny nigga six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give
Me I tear them bitches off
A plate of chicken with the
Bread stuck to the bottom
But fuck my enemies
What'chu lookin for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em bitch
Bitch I got 'em
Fuck my enemies what'chu lookin for
Bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em bitch
Bitch I got 'em
Fuck my enemies what'chu lookin for
Bitch I got 'em
Uhh - KFC, Harold's, Sharks and Popeyes
Adidas suit with a plate of chicken
Got mob ties
A fresh Delt', weed crumbs on my plush seats
I got my license now I'm
Backseat fuckin every week
A thick bitch live in Miller, go to work
3: 30 school was out then I
Was fresh under her skirt
Them project niggaz hit that bitch
That pussy went berserk
Don't hit without that Trojan fuck
Around you might get burnt
She was raised in the church
Turnt out in the ghetto
Lock it, pussy pop it
I swear this bitch deserve a medal
Seen school girls turn into
Strippers in stilletos pimpin' 'til I die
If you wanna stop then get a shovel bitch
Extra sauce with the bread
Stuck to the bottom freddie Forgiato
All my bitches spoiled rotten
Cop that llama
Got the hollows poppin out the barrel
Got a stain for them hubbas
Meet me at the Harold's
Bitch! I remember when they had some
15 right on 15 nigga
Fo'sho I used to hit that
Motherfucker all the time nigga
Straight dope stains and chicken wangs
Y'knahmsayin? Uhh, yeah, yeah'!
Talkin 'bout like, real school third grade
Wearin budget, shit, ya bitch! yeah
I keep a chip off in my cell phone
Pocket full of stones
Smokin on the strong, Freddy Kane
Freddy Corleone
Marshalltown niggaz had a nigga runnin home
I call collect, get me a 38
Now bitch it's on
9 millimeter, Baretta to 40 cal
By 23 fresh up out the box
Bitch I hold it down
I hit the stroll with a chili
Bowl and a crooked smile
Fast forward ten years came back
With Roley's with golden crowns
Skinny nigga six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give
Me I tear them bitches off
Ski mask on yo' baby daddy?
Well that's that nigga loss
Pointin my trey five seven
I got my point across
A skinny nigga six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give
Me I tear them bitches off
This burnin hole in my pocket got
Me out here 50 soft
223 on my enemy I tear them bitches off
Bitch
Skinny nigga six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give
Me I tear them bitches off
A plate of chicken with the
Bread stuck to the bottom
But fuck my enemies
What'chu lookin for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em bitch
Bitch I got 'em
Fuck my enemies what'chu lookin for
Bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em bitch
Bitch I got 'em
Fuck my enemies what'chu lookin for
Bitch I got 'em
Uhh - KFC, Harold's, Sharks and Popeyes
Adidas suit with a plate of chicken
Got mob ties
A fresh Delt', weed crumbs on my plush seats
I got my license now I'm
Backseat fuckin every week
A thick bitch live in Miller, go to work
3: 30 school was out then I
Was fresh under her skirt
Them project niggaz hit that bitch
That pussy went berserk
Don't hit without that Trojan fuck
Around you might get burnt
She was raised in the church
Turnt out in the ghetto
Lock it, pussy pop it
I swear this bitch deserve a medal
Seen school girls turn into
Strippers in stilletos pimpin' 'til I die
If you wanna stop then get a shovel bitch
Extra sauce with the bread
Stuck to the bottom freddie Forgiato
All my bitches spoiled rotten
Cop that llama
Got the hollows poppin out the barrel
Got a stain for them hubbas
Meet me at the Harold's
Bitch! I remember when they had some
15 right on 15 nigga
Fo'sho I used to hit that
Motherfucker all the time nigga
Straight dope stains and chicken wangs
Y'knahmsayin? Uhh, yeah, yeah'!