Fredo - Skinny Niggas lyrics
Fredo [Marvin William Bailey] Mozart Estate, Kilburn London, England 🇬🇧
[Fredo - Skinny Niggas lyrics]
I got young skinny niggas
I got them young skinny niggas beating fat
Got them young skinny niggas
Got them young skinny niggas
Got them young skinny niggas
I got them young skinny
Niggas beating fat shorties
I got young skinny niggas
Beating fat shorties
Black girls with white money
White girls with black bodies
I was eighteen or nineteen
Had OG's in the trap for me
Spittin' crack
Is that why bitches cat for me?
He might be fly, but I'm way cooler
He said he's at the top, but I'm way taller
She told you that she love you
You let bae fool you?
Can't wife no woman been with
More rappers than a jeweler
I bought a little three-two just for
Some fun on the block
But all that corn and that 'caine
Would never come on the cob
My niggas never party
You know that they're hugging the block
So if you see them outside Libertine
They're coming to rock
I flooded my block, I went to Hatton's
Flooded my watch my coke cook so good
You'll never see none run out the top
Yeah, he's talkin' 'bout the chat
But he's a liar, fam
He said he's eating
But he must be on a diet plan
How could they question the reason we ride?
When none of us even really
Know the reason to life
When my mum see anything
She would try and speech me and cry
Then I started helping with the bills
And she turned legally blind
I'm tryna make it Heaven
But I come from the Hell
I gotta big up the all
Single mums in the world
Shout out Blacks' mum 'cause all her
Three sons are in jail
Why we can't break free? It's
Like we're under a spell
I got young skinny niggas
Beating fat shorties
Black girls with white money
White girls with black bodies
I was eighteen or nineteen
Had OG's in the trap for me
Spittin' crack
Is that why bitches cat for me?
He might be fly, but I'm way cooler
He said he's at the top, but I'm way taller
She told you that she love you
You let bae fool you?
Can't wife no woman been with
More rappers than a jeweler
My brother died, looked in
His sister's eyes, was feeling her pain
A few days later
Called her phone and said that
They're feeling the same
Nah, don't think it's tit for tat
My niggas killin' the game
It's not a question
What I choose out of billion fame
I don't write songs in english
They're written in pain
Thought I was slippin' away
Rappin' 'bout them glittery chains
When all of my niggas on the block hard
They're living the same
I gotta go hard 'til all my
Dogs are winnin' the same
Yeah, them bruddas are broke
That's 'cause they've been
Chillin' for time all that weed smoke
Have you ever thought 'bout billin' a line?
I swap trainers every time that
I go visit with Stro
He got more drip in his jail cell
Than half you niggas on road
I'm tryna make it Heaven
But I come from the Hell
I gotta big up the all
Single mums in the world
Shout out Blacks' mum 'cause all her
Three sons are in jail
Why we can't break free? It's
Like we're under a spell
I got them young skinny niggas beating fat
Got them young skinny niggas
Got them young skinny niggas
Got them young skinny niggas
I got them young skinny
Niggas beating fat shorties
I got young skinny niggas
Beating fat shorties
Black girls with white money
White girls with black bodies
I was eighteen or nineteen
Had OG's in the trap for me
Spittin' crack
Is that why bitches cat for me?
He might be fly, but I'm way cooler
He said he's at the top, but I'm way taller
She told you that she love you
You let bae fool you?
Can't wife no woman been with
More rappers than a jeweler
I bought a little three-two just for
Some fun on the block
But all that corn and that 'caine
Would never come on the cob
My niggas never party
You know that they're hugging the block
So if you see them outside Libertine
They're coming to rock
I flooded my block, I went to Hatton's
Flooded my watch my coke cook so good
You'll never see none run out the top
Yeah, he's talkin' 'bout the chat
But he's a liar, fam
He said he's eating
But he must be on a diet plan
How could they question the reason we ride?
When none of us even really
Know the reason to life
When my mum see anything
She would try and speech me and cry
Then I started helping with the bills
And she turned legally blind
I'm tryna make it Heaven
But I come from the Hell
I gotta big up the all
Single mums in the world
Shout out Blacks' mum 'cause all her
Three sons are in jail
Why we can't break free? It's
Like we're under a spell
I got young skinny niggas
Beating fat shorties
Black girls with white money
White girls with black bodies
I was eighteen or nineteen
Had OG's in the trap for me
Spittin' crack
Is that why bitches cat for me?
He might be fly, but I'm way cooler
He said he's at the top, but I'm way taller
She told you that she love you
You let bae fool you?
Can't wife no woman been with
More rappers than a jeweler
My brother died, looked in
His sister's eyes, was feeling her pain
A few days later
Called her phone and said that
They're feeling the same
Nah, don't think it's tit for tat
My niggas killin' the game
It's not a question
What I choose out of billion fame
I don't write songs in english
They're written in pain
Thought I was slippin' away
Rappin' 'bout them glittery chains
When all of my niggas on the block hard
They're living the same
I gotta go hard 'til all my
Dogs are winnin' the same
Yeah, them bruddas are broke
That's 'cause they've been
Chillin' for time all that weed smoke
Have you ever thought 'bout billin' a line?
I swap trainers every time that
I go visit with Stro
He got more drip in his jail cell
Than half you niggas on road
I'm tryna make it Heaven
But I come from the Hell
I gotta big up the all
Single mums in the world
Shout out Blacks' mum 'cause all her
Three sons are in jail
Why we can't break free? It's
Like we're under a spell