Fredo Bang – Come Thru Lyrics
Ain’t That Dj Chose Over There?
I Lost Some Old Friends I Had To Tell, “No” (Look Like Dj Chose)
The Streets They Washed Up Most Of These Niggas Hoes
Can’t See Be Goin’ Out Sad, Oh No, No, No
Yeah
When You Ain’t Havin’ Nothin’, Watch How They Treat You
At My Lowest All I Had Was God, Don’t Ever Think I Need You
Count Up A Hundred Bands Of Dirty Money, Huh, Huh (Out The Mud, Nigga)
Showed You The Move And You Tried To Work It On Me, I’m Like
I Swear To God ‘fore I Got Out, I Wanna Shoot (Yeah)
Clap Rods Like It Ain’t Nothin’ Else To Do (Fah-fah)
Keep A Stick On Me, Better Have It On You (YеAh)
And If You Got The Drop
Nigga, Fu*k It, Come On Through (Sheesh)
Pull Up
Nigga, Fu*k It, Come On Through
Know Wе Outside With It (Yeah, Yeah)
Nigga, Fu*k It, Come On Through
We Don’t Give No Fu*ks, Play You Out Of Luck, Uh
I Keep It On My Side Like My .40 Was A Crutch
I Workin’ With A Pair, But B!tch, I Ain’t The One
Might Pop One In Your Head Talking ’bout A One On One, Huh
Never Catch Me Slippin’, Got It Tucked Right By My Belly
Ask Around The City Since A Lil’ One I Been Steppin’
I Stay Out People Business ’cause That Shit Be Gettin’ Messy
’cause Soon I Flash Out, You Gotta Check It Or Respect It
I Pray To God That My Dawg Come Home
I Keep It Gun Just To Make It Home
I Hope My Mom Know I Love Her Soul
But You Raised A Child With A Troubled Soul
I Swear To God ‘fore I Got Out, I Wanna Shoot (Yeah)
Clap Rods Like It Ain’t Nothin’ Else To Do (Fah-fah)
Keep A Stick On Me, Better Have It On You (Yeah)
And If You Got The Drop
Nigga, Fu*k It, Come On Through (Sheesh)
Pull Up
Nigga, Fu*k It, Come On Through
Know We Outside With It (Yeah, Yeah)
Nigga, Fu*k It, Come On Through
I Pray To God That My Dawg Come Home
I Keep A Gun Just To Mkae It Home
I Hope My Mom Know I Love Her Soul
But You Raised A Child With A Troubled Soul
