Fredo - It’s Like lyrics
Fredo [Marvin William Bailey] Mozart Estate, Kilburn London, England 🇬🇧
[Fredo - It’s Like lyrics]
Yeah it's like knick knack paddy whack
Give a dog a bone
Big wap, handle that, let’s
Give a nigga smoke, yo
This rapping weren't planned, but still
It give a nigga hope, though
My girl calls me a dog while
She give a nigga strokes, though
Oh, they want a photo
We're cruisin in the low-low
Got offices in SoHo, bandos with the bro-bros
YOLO, little nigga let them pigeons fly
Heard he got a little bird
A little nigga cried
Nigga, that ain’t no bird
That's just some pigeon time
I used to try and get
Hella fresh before visit time
I'm swimmin' by
Bracelet and watch cost me sixty-five
Yo, this is the life
Exactly what these women like
I'm so straight
Dropped twenty-six on my rose face
Damn near dropped Melo half a
Brick for my bro's sake i'm so bait
I know when my niggas miss the old days
Now I'm on the block, it’s Fendi slippers
No lace i saw your bitch up in the
Flesh and she got no taste
Fredo wouldn’t even nut up in your ho's face
Yeah, it’s like, big man
What's the plan? I ain't goin' broke
Cold traps, all night, no
I ain’t going home though
My nigga caught a case
Still we talk it on the phone though
But certain times you know you gotta
Walk it on your own though
Back like a yo yo
I told her that it's no no
I'm used to being so broke
Now it's all in rose gold
Whoa, bro, young nigga let your money stack
Take an L, go to jail, make your money back
Young nigga meeting plugs
I make them run a pack
They never get no money back
I put that in my money stack
They're bunnin' crack
If I ain't served them, my brother has
He lost another pack
I put that on my youngin's tab
Big strap in the car chase
The cars at my heartrate
My uncle from yard say it's not safe
Used to have to go behind my door at half 8
'Cause I kept up with a muzzle on a dark day
Me and Melo done some shit that I can't say
But that's my doggy for life
I know we can't break
Give a dog a bone
Big wap, handle that, let’s
Give a nigga smoke, yo
This rapping weren't planned, but still
It give a nigga hope, though
My girl calls me a dog while
She give a nigga strokes, though
Oh, they want a photo
We're cruisin in the low-low
Got offices in SoHo, bandos with the bro-bros
YOLO, little nigga let them pigeons fly
Heard he got a little bird
A little nigga cried
Nigga, that ain’t no bird
That's just some pigeon time
I used to try and get
Hella fresh before visit time
I'm swimmin' by
Bracelet and watch cost me sixty-five
Yo, this is the life
Exactly what these women like
I'm so straight
Dropped twenty-six on my rose face
Damn near dropped Melo half a
Brick for my bro's sake i'm so bait
I know when my niggas miss the old days
Now I'm on the block, it’s Fendi slippers
No lace i saw your bitch up in the
Flesh and she got no taste
Fredo wouldn’t even nut up in your ho's face
Yeah, it’s like, big man
What's the plan? I ain't goin' broke
Cold traps, all night, no
I ain’t going home though
My nigga caught a case
Still we talk it on the phone though
But certain times you know you gotta
Walk it on your own though
Back like a yo yo
I told her that it's no no
I'm used to being so broke
Now it's all in rose gold
Whoa, bro, young nigga let your money stack
Take an L, go to jail, make your money back
Young nigga meeting plugs
I make them run a pack
They never get no money back
I put that in my money stack
They're bunnin' crack
If I ain't served them, my brother has
He lost another pack
I put that on my youngin's tab
Big strap in the car chase
The cars at my heartrate
My uncle from yard say it's not safe
Used to have to go behind my door at half 8
'Cause I kept up with a muzzle on a dark day
Me and Melo done some shit that I can't say
But that's my doggy for life
I know we can't break