Bless His Soul Fredo Bang (Ft. Polo G)
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[Intro]
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose
Hardbody
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
Ain't gotta spend a band, got niggas to do that shit for me
Got a house up in the 'burb, but mama I'm still in these streets (Ooh-ooh)
[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
Know that we be actin' (Playin'), that AC that I'm packin' is compact ('Pact)
Ask around my city, I work that ratchet (Yeah)
I'm livin' what they rappin', pull it out like Go Go Gadgеt (Boaw)
I put my savage on even though hе active (Yeah)
Get a bag and not a casket (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was taught to get it in the old way (Old way)
I was slingin' iron up on that tollway (Tollway)
I been traumatized, I can't let nobody close, babe
Snakes in disguise, told me lies with a bold face
[Refrain: Fredo Bang]
I salute to the real one time
Hoppin' gates, tryna duck one time
Kept it real, ain't think of switchin' one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids, but that's fine
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose
Hardbody
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
Ain't gotta spend a band, got niggas to do that shit for me
Got a house up in the 'burb, but mama I'm still in these streets (Ooh-ooh)
[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
Know that we be actin' (Playin'), that AC that I'm packin' is compact ('Pact)
Ask around my city, I work that ratchet (Yeah)
I'm livin' what they rappin', pull it out like Go Go Gadgеt (Boaw)
I put my savage on even though hе active (Yeah)
Get a bag and not a casket (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was taught to get it in the old way (Old way)
I was slingin' iron up on that tollway (Tollway)
I been traumatized, I can't let nobody close, babe
Snakes in disguise, told me lies with a bold face
[Refrain: Fredo Bang]
I salute to the real one time
Hoppin' gates, tryna duck one time
Kept it real, ain't think of switchin' one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids, but that's fine
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