Fredo Bang - Middle Name lyrics
Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II
Fredo Bang, the legendary artist from Louisiana, has once again delighted his fans with a new track titled "Middle Name." This hit, like fire, is igniting among fans, and their enthusiastic comments on various platforms carry excitement and recognition of the artist's talent. Users express their love for the song lyrics and note their depth and significance. One phrase, "Every time they push me down I get back up like Undertaker," has particularly captivated listeners, becoming a favorite among them. Comments also touch on personal experiences, recalling departed friends and colleagues such as Gee Money and Blvd Quick. The fanbase expresses pride in the artist representing Louisiana and encourages him to continue creating despite the losses. Followers have also highlighted the excellent camera work and outstanding visual elements in the video. They particularly emphasize the positive impact of Fredo Bang's music and its ability to inspire constant forward motion.
[Fredo Bang - Middle Name lyrics]
Pop out with that cash money, bitch, I feel like Stunner, man
Know I play for keys and I’m not losing to no other man
All my exes say that I’m Nate Drake, I’m the best they ever had
She gon’ be my baby, I say, baby, chase your dreams then
I’m too rich for feelings, you gon’ have to change the deal to plan
Hold the fuck up, I just thought about it
How you wanna be my bitch when you don’t even know my mill or nothin’?
Micah Jackson tattin’ on me, I don’t fuck with Billie Jean
Bank account got lotta O’s, that shit look like some onion rings
Take a bitch and change her life, I dress her up like Halloween
I wake up, feel like Malcolm X, I need this shit by any means
Pretty girl like Alabama, say I’m a dog, I’m not a barker
Keep a drum like my name Travis, call me daddy like your father
I’m talkin’ real with money back, and I get that dough just like a baker
Every time they push me down, I get back up like Undertaker
Maybach rollin’ shades up, and y’all just need some privacy
They threw my dog a letter, he had a choice, he still kept a G
Blamin’ other niggas for why you broke, that don’t sit right with me
If rap ain’t never work, I still be pushin’ plates like Applebeer
I was in the trenches with my Glock, rockin’ Hill figure
Playin’ ass nigga with a mill, call me Mac Miller
She don’t like a fighter, hit a doctor, get a back picker
Hit it from the bank, it say, perk, I’m a cat killer
Kill a pussy bang, but cat killин’
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
From the bank, from the back, from the back
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back
From the bank, from the back, from the back, yeah
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, okay
Okay, fuck me like your favorite ass is standing up
Fuck me like your favorite ass