Fred The Godson - Everything lyrics

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Fred The Godson - Everything lyrics

[Hook: French Montana] Everything I want, I bought f** what you thought Everything I want, I bought f** what you thought [Bridge: Fred The Godson] Time to bring New York back to life like We riding all night like Say I'm next on the mic like Everything (GORDO) [Verse 1: Fred The Godson] They say New York is goin' through a crisis They flow so-so, they know Frederico is the nicest Still in the streets with the blam I use long arms so you reach my demand Talkin' about a terror alert I sell to whoever, whenever, whatever works See that bread that I knew, now Fred comin' through Blood and crip walkin' cause she read that I blew I just got word Jeter retirin' Right across the street the 9 millimeters is firin' White kids wanna be firemen Big chain on a dope boy, to us, that's inspirin' Momma stood in the section 8 office You ate on my block and my section ate often Your music why I'm hatin' you You could be Biggie son, still no faith in you [Hook] + [Bridge] [Verse 2: Vado] Slimeeee! I rap my a** off, spit your best rhyme Louis Skully half off, show the fresh line 9/11 black Porsche hit the red line Your G know, the smith on me like who the Jet sign My feet up in Cabo Load the planes, I'm keyed up like Pablo This mil' f**in' the streets up like potholes New range bleed guts, the truck charcoal It's not a game but I dare you I hear you the biggest Harlem names who I'm compared to Just to stay in shape I move a square or two And keep at least 10 cylinders when I stay in coupes I'm on Ciroc Amaretto, drive as fast as Toretto Till I crash with the Devil Need a pa** in the ghetto, squeezing Glocks with the metal Keep a stash in my pillow, the other half of my fellows up [Hook: French Montana] [Bridge: Fred The Godson] [Outro: Fred] Fred the God, French on the hook Vado on a verse, New York, what a love (New York) I cash birds from the blow , I ghostwrite I pa** words like a cold, hold tight We just got a new mayor Still move the pills, the prescription for the bayer Still move the krills, it's description when u weight up Brick under six, see you later Gordo..

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