| What up Fred
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| You know
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| Ooh woop ooh woop
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| Oh boy, oh boy
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| Oh girl
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| Wassup Fred
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| I need a 4X to the head
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| Or that new t-shirt sayin «wassup Fred»
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| Can I live like Jay-Z, make moves that pay me
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| (where's your chain) fuck a chain, I rock my face and name
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| I rock beats that will tear down the whole frame
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| Of your house if your system got that Roger bounce
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| Mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce
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| Tap an oldie, down the goldie
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| Mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce
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| Tap an oldie, down the gold
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| Set shit straight
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| I’m money for that money rollin state
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| I’m a different level me of authentic L. A
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| Fred Wreck, Fredrigo
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| Meet me on pico
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| I got 3 bad nihas, I need one chico
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| Hennessey all day
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| Hate is nothing to a boss
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| I feels like my nigga Big Hutch
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| Buck what it cost
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| I drop from the sky and left the lane burnin
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| Mashin down the block all this bitches heads turnin
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| This that kinda shit that make you wanna jump
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| For the car stereos wit that extra hump
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| Make niggas in the streets say what the fuck
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| Defari right back wit that extra thump
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| This that typa shit blow out ya truck
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| Make bitches on the block stoppin wanna fuck
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| Make rudeboys point it at the sky and dump
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| Defari right back wit that extra thump
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| See I was born in the world wit fast money and pretty girls
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| Fades, and braids, and O.G.s still rock curls
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| I’m from L.A. where niggas still smoke joints
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| Kush weed when they get the true taste styles the point
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| From the jungles to the eastside
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| Carson to Pacoima
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| Finish to Inglewood, it’s all L.A. California
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| The style I flip is so versitale
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| You too young girl, don’t want to hurt you child
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| Cuz when it come to the fuck I’m all bronco buff
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| Make a top notch and a momma fall in love
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| See in the club
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| My niggas all rollin up dubs
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| Everybody doja’d out hitted out nigga what
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| 300 M, we came, chop game
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| Around the town all these motherfuckers know my name
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| Ha, listen
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| 6 trays Chevrolets, all day, everyday
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| L.A. California, that’s the way we play
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| We do it to a Likwit music
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| Power movement, home improvement
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| We don’t give a fuck say what you say
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| D to the E-F-A-R-I
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| We sky high alumni Likwit niggas don’t die
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| We trynna buy everything buyable, homielayable
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| The Likwit crew drive for survival is undeniable
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| I slide a couple bitches thru the back of the club
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| If the hoes get kicked out I get 'em back in the club
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| They Rico’s keep on Rico’s top notchin
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| I know half of these hoes when these girls were hop-scotchin
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| Now watch it — you handcuffin' hoes we the locksmith
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| We ain’t satisfied untill the top notch is topless
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| Knock this in your trunk if you ain’t no punk
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| Big Tash is in the house wit that extra thump |